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.

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