My neighbor, Jane, passed away.
I wrote this that day.
Can't get her pic to post here, not sure why. On my phone, won't come to blogger oh well.
I commented:
"I remember the date, and remember writing a poem that day after hearing about her.
She was a great mother, person, and neighbor to have. Still missed from old Tesno days!"
Jane only made it to 61 that day. I am older than that now. Her middle daughter, same age as my oldest, only made it to 37, dieing about a year after I moved here from Tesno. ("Tesno" is a local slang name for the back-beach section of the village.)
Thankfully her youngest is happy these days, with her hubby and combined older kids, all doing great!
I remember her as a toddler and her toddlers looking so like their mom.
Jane's seeds are indeed springing up from below for a just legacy.
I am glad I went out of my way to help watch Jane's kids after school, and to drive her sometimes when she had 2 broken ankles or the bad back and needed her Rx pills. On one occasion I saved her from being stranded without a way home after bumping into her.
Hopefully she gets to look down on her grandkids now and feel the success they embody for her.
We truly never know when time is up, so be kind to your neighbors...
15 years
