my next door neighbor
(of over 30 years)
And it appears...
the power in the word is not so random after all
consistently lends itself to providing
see things differently
and I am experiencing one of
because my neighbor of over 30 years died
and I cannot even remember her first name
(and I try to justify my ignorance)
I met her when I was only 8 years old
(so I've always called her by her last)
but the truth of the matter is that
I have not always been the best neighbor
because how do you live NEXT DOOR to someone for 30 years
and NOT even know their first name?
And I am seeing it more each day
words and actions that shred each other apart
rescue and relief efforts that unite and build up
and it is clear that we are all busy
but I wish we could all just stop for a moment and learn each other's first names
I am Tondra... and you are?