When my mom moved into a nursing home a few years ago, we had to empty out the contents of her house and sell it. Every once in awhile I drive by that house that we grew up in, just to check on its condition.
Recently when I went by it, I was surprised by the neighbor’s backyard that abuts my mom’s driveway. On this city lot, the abandoned neighbor’s house, long ago run into by a car, has sat vacant forever. The trees and brush of their backyard now look like mini woods.
I remember sitting on the blocks lining the sidewalk so many years ago as I painfully said goodbye to my childhood friend who was moving away.