Friday, March 18, 2011

Sorrow

I always say the best way to make God laugh is to make a plan.

I went to bed with a plan last night.

Planned on getting up, getting the kids and myself dressed, taking out our green truck and working in the yard.

But when I pulled up the shades, there were police cars at our Dear Neighbor's house.

So I sent Jules out in his PJ's - right away - to see if all was ok.

But it wasn't.

Seems as though our Dear Friend Charlie died early morning.

Shock is all I can say. Shock.

This was not only a neighbor for the past 8 years, but also a man who had become part of our family . A man who I say was a grandfather to our children, a best friend to Jules, someone to wave to and say hello, share a pleasantry to me. A true friend. We spent countless nights sitting outside in the summer together, thousands of phone calls back and forth, emails, a dog walker, a storyteller, a treasure.



Our hearts are broken and yet we feel enriched to have had his friendship for 8 years.

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