I am walking upright.
In my comfy clothes.
Intentional about what I do.
Who’s paths I cross.
How much time I spend running around is limited.
I am quiet inside.
My grief is fatiguing.
Day after day, tears flow easily.
The depth of deep loss.
The beauty of great love.
Today, unexpectantly, I was ‘touched’ by two neighbours: L and J from Vtown and ‘Kind K’ from our new hood.
After school, I took the boys skating to the outdoor rink by the lake. It was
more like skate/swimming as it was ten degrees out. We had a great time. We were amazed when we saw these two faces stroll by:
Across the street neighbours.
Dearly missed neighbours.
After skating, I walked in our front door and immediately heard a knock on the door behind me. It was our new neighbour from across the street. She brought me these:
She lost her mom to cancer two years ago and she just wanted me to know she was thinking about us as we head into this Christmas season.
The power of neighbours.
The power of thought.
The power of being.
Being a neighbour, there is nothing like it!
I am grateful.
I am humbled.
I am hopeful.