Our neighborhood is full of a small town community feel. Most of us know each other somewhat. We exchange homemade goodies around the holidays. We collect packages if needed. We share good news, and bad. Across the street from me lives and elderly man, he recently turned 80. He and his wife have lived in that house for 47 years. His kids went to the same school that my kids are going to now. They were excited about becoming great grandparents soon. One day his wife was ill so they went to the doctor. Turns out she had stage 4 cancer. It had spread throughout her body including her lungs. She remained in the hospital for about a week and then they brought her home. There was not much they could do. So they had hospice care come in and he and their two children took care of her round the clock. After about two weeks I saw an ambulance arrive at their house. She could not breath. She remained in the hospital for a few days before being transffered to a nursing home. They tried, but it was just too much to care for her at home. Her body shut down and she passed about a week later. It was all so sudden. I thought so much about their family through that time. I was so sad for them. I kept thinking how fast it all was. In a matter of a month she went from fine to gone. Now I think about him a lot. They had been married 50 years! Can you imagine? It still blows my mind that my husband and I have been together for 10 years. What do you when you lose your spouse of 50 years? Now I watch him fill his days with yard work and errands and his new great granddaughter that was born a week after his wife passed.
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