The neighbor across the street died. It had been a week–I had no idea.
Although she lived there less than two months and I met her only once, I was sad.
Sad no one on our street knew. Sad I hadn’t made a bigger effort to get to know her. And sad as a society, we shelter in our homes. Life’s stresses, jobs, family keep us at arms length from our neighbors.
Reaching out takes so little.
Next time. Next time. Next time.
Sherene B. Gross 