When we moved into our current neighborhood, almost four years ago, we couldn't believe how nice some of our neighbors were. We had never lived in a neighborhood where people actually said "welcome" and introduced themselves. Four years later, we've made some great friends.
We went for a walk this morning, stopped across the street to visit our neighbors, Dave and Sharon, and return some foil they let us borrow last night. Three hours later, Dave was gone. The details don't really matter in terms of this post except that he died very suddenly and no one expected it. I'm still waiting for Sharon to walk up my porch steps and tell me it was all a misunderstanding and he's fine. It's been a hard day, thinking about how different the neighborhood will be without Dave here to keep us up to date on all of the gossip, showing up at my door with sweet treats and yard sale finds for my girls, and just being the kind of neighbor everyone wants to have. He was a good neighbor, a good friend, and a good man.
Spending time with Sharon off and on today has made me realize how suddenly life can change. My heart hurts for her. She's such a good person and a wonderful wife, I'm sick to my stomach tonight after seeing her in so much pain today. I don't know what the next few days, weeks, and months will bring for our close-knit neighborhood, but I do know that I love my husband more tonight than I did this morning.