I found out today that our next door neighbor passed away yesterday. She was 88 1/2 years old and died relatively quickly and painlessly after ending up in the hospital several days ago. She enjoyed her family and friends and we loved having her has our neighbor. She originally lived in our house, years ago, where she raised her two daughters with her husband. He even built our big garage, which still stands today. At one point, they divided the property, built on the other half of it and lived there. At least she did, as her husband died just before they moved in. So, we were neighbors. She loved my girls and watched them periodically. Told them tales of her travels to far off lands and enjoyed their company. She had a good, long life.
Just yesterday, I kid you not, as I pulled out of our driveway and drove past hers, I thought “We haven’t seen her in a several weeks and we should stop in and say a little hello”. Summer has kept us on the move a bit recently.
Now, unfortunately, we can’t. I’m kicking myself something awful and am very saddened that we didn’t have one last visit.
So, moral of the story is simple. Hear the little voice. Listen to it. Take the time. You never know.
The bunny is a little nod to our lovely neighbor-they were her favorite.