Goodbye Neighbor

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.