Post by brassmonkey on May 1, 2009 18:37:56 GMT -5
My neighbor died today. I had no idea... We share a driveway, so I'm usually intimately familiar with what my neighbors are doing, whether I like it or not...
I watched very curiously as visitors came and went all day, but no sign of my neighbor. Then I watched as a flower basked was delivered. His truck wasn't there all day, and this was unusual.
His name is Malcolm Sibley, "Sib," as everyone knew him. He was in his early 70's, but he would run circles around guys in their 30's.. He cut the grass every week, shoveled the snow, got up on the roof and cleared it of snow, and he loved to hunt deer. Every year, even last year, he would go with his buddies, the three of them piling into the cab of a pickup and they would go out for the day. He would also load his lawnmower into the back of his very distinctive truck and go off to cut someone else's lawn all the time.....
I can't quite wrap my mind around this situation as I look out at his truck that he'll never drive again or the side porch of his house that he painted every year or the rakes that hang where the lawn tools of the season are always so meticulously hung almost like a marker of the changing seasons.
I remember talking to Sib about politics and him saying that he's tired of Republicans and the we need to allow the Democrats to run things for a while.. That while was short for Sib, and none of this petty shit matters to Sib now.
Whenever someone I know dies, I always find myself looking introspectively at what life means to me whether or not I'm doing the right things to live a long and happy life and what people will remember about me and my legacy.
My thoughts are going a mile a minute as I look out over Sib's house and see the giant tree with all of it's buds just starting life for the season, and Sib's life just ended. Also, there are so many times when life-long companions die very close together, as if they are all that's keeping each other going.
I have a lot more to say about this, but it's too confusing right now.
I watched very curiously as visitors came and went all day, but no sign of my neighbor. Then I watched as a flower basked was delivered. His truck wasn't there all day, and this was unusual.
His name is Malcolm Sibley, "Sib," as everyone knew him. He was in his early 70's, but he would run circles around guys in their 30's.. He cut the grass every week, shoveled the snow, got up on the roof and cleared it of snow, and he loved to hunt deer. Every year, even last year, he would go with his buddies, the three of them piling into the cab of a pickup and they would go out for the day. He would also load his lawnmower into the back of his very distinctive truck and go off to cut someone else's lawn all the time.....
I can't quite wrap my mind around this situation as I look out at his truck that he'll never drive again or the side porch of his house that he painted every year or the rakes that hang where the lawn tools of the season are always so meticulously hung almost like a marker of the changing seasons.
I remember talking to Sib about politics and him saying that he's tired of Republicans and the we need to allow the Democrats to run things for a while.. That while was short for Sib, and none of this petty shit matters to Sib now.
Whenever someone I know dies, I always find myself looking introspectively at what life means to me whether or not I'm doing the right things to live a long and happy life and what people will remember about me and my legacy.
My thoughts are going a mile a minute as I look out over Sib's house and see the giant tree with all of it's buds just starting life for the season, and Sib's life just ended. Also, there are so many times when life-long companions die very close together, as if they are all that's keeping each other going.
I have a lot more to say about this, but it's too confusing right now.
