Compelled to share
A very kind man lives in the house behind ours. His back fence runs along our garage and driveway. He is often hunkered down behind the chain-link-fence weeding or picking his beautiful raspberries. Although I have never had a lengthy conversation with him we have always been cordial and he has always been curious about what my children are up to. He has been out back almost every time we have come home from a Bear Lake trip. We make conversation with him as we unpack our car, but remarkably we have never mentioned Bear Lake.
As I sit here at my desk I can see inside my neighbor’s house. There is a warm glow radiating from the windows as his family fills the rooms, everyone is comfortable and sharing love. Some are in the living room, others are gathered around the dining room table looking through what seems to be photo books. There is a peaceful energy that is comforting the walls of my neighbors house.
Tonight my neighbor’s family said goodbye to him as they laid him to rest. My darling neighbor passed away peacefully in his sleep. He was 75. He was at his cabin at Bear Lake. We never knew he had a cabin at Bear Lake, nor did he know we spend time at Bear Lake. I do know the next time we roll into our garage I’ll expect him to be in his berry patch next to the chain-link-fence waiting to exchange smiles.
There will still be smiles.
We are going to miss you Frank. See you on the other side. In the other side’s berry patch.
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