Found out yesterday my widow neighbor is moving to an assisted living facility. Her late husband was the epitome of a good neighbor when I bought my house. He died three years ago.
After he died, I said I would mow her yard and did for two years. She became very agitated when I used weed killer on the curb area in front of her house. Her reaction was the first indication she might be experiencing some mental changes. Since then, we have had many conversations, mostly with her telling me about her family. She asked me to apply drops post cataract surgery. Her text announcing her decision to sell her home came as a surprise. Given her personality and usual activity, I would be surprised if she likes her new surroundings. However, perhaps there are situations I am unaware.
I always felt she tried to maintain her house and property to a standard for which she and her husband had established. As an outsider, many of those things seemed to be unnecessary, or much to do about nothing. There is a lesson here., perhaps. When our lives are dominated by stuff and things we decide are necessary, we can miss out on living.
