Today, I was given a very thoughtful gift by someone I hardly know, and I was touched tremendously. The man who knocked on my door presented to me a lovely little teapot. The teapot belonged to my neighbor who died quite unexpectedly after being taken away by ambulance three weeks ago tonight. Since then, I have been so disturbed by my neighbor's death. I can't really define or express my feelings, which have been quite diverse. I often pause when I walk past his house, think that I will see him backing out his driveway, and wonder when our next walking encounter will occur.
We weren't close, but we were neighbors for over 9 years. His death leaves a void. I have no right to grieve, but I do. I will cherish my teapot as a remembrance of my neighbor, as well as the thoughtfulness of his friend.
Life often is about the little things. Today, a little thing was a big deal, and for that I am grateful.
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