“Sometimes a dream,
Sometimes it seems,
There’s nothin’ there at all,
Ya just seem older then yesterday,
And you’re waitin’ for tomorrow to call.
You draw to the curtains,
And one thing’s for certain,
You’re cozy in your little room.
The carpet’s all paid for,
God bless the TV,
Let’s go shoot a hole in the moon….”
There was an older couple living across the street from us. They’ve lived there for a few years now. They’ve always seemed nice enough. They seemed content with their lives even though they’re just like us. Not rich, not poor…just middle class.
I’ve never really talked to them much….mainly because I never see them,…what, with working nights like I do.
In any event, I saw the old man on the porch for a few days last week. The weather was nice and it was time to get out and just enjoy it. He was sitting there with his lady and children. They were always in conversation. I just went about cutting my grass and didn’t think anything of it.
I found out this week that the old man had died.
He found out he was sick and didn’t have ANY time left. He’s gone.
Over the next couple of days, I had seen trucks and people over there. They were just doing stuff….
Tonight I came home and saw that the the house was empty. There were no window dressings on the windows and the house was empty. The tree lawn was loaded with stuff for the garbage man. TV’s, furniture, bags of trash….
She was gone. She left before the funeral. The house is vacant.
I find it amazing that two lives can be boiled down to nothing in a mere few days.
Whatever they had, it’s over. It’s done. Sad.
May it never happen to me.