A Good Neighbor

Paeton.

”A good neighbor is a priceless treasure”. – Chinese proverb

Over here in the tree streets we are extra blessed. Our family has lived in this area for many years. I live in a house that my grandparents lived in. The history, memories and stories are deep. I think of trick or treating this hood as a kid, my boys playing street hockey (like in Wayne’s World), the baseball diamond that started across the street,  yelling “Caaarrrr” never grew old & was followed by "game on,” the whole gang playing in their power ranger suits and then everyone growing up and moving on. The lemonade stands, the dinner dates and the jokes about the desperate housewives. 

My son Cash was a type of neighbor that would cross the street to meet you or give you a hand. After Cash’s funeral our neighbor Paeton came over with the sweetest letter about how Cash and him were friends. Paeton stops by to check on me and walk our family dog. He is such a sweet big brother and kind soul. When his mother’s birthday was coming up, we made a trade for art in exchange for dog walks. He would check in on my progress and remind me when the date was nearing. He was excited to surprise her. 

Time and life cycles keep doing what they always do…continue…continue…continue… I have been privileged to be part of the cycles of our neighborhood – young kids, loud kids, no kids, births, deaths, laughter, tears, pranks, new friends, old friends, loves.