there is a neighbor in our little community who was nice but also could be demanding and tough.
sometimes, she got on people’s nerves. well, she died. she had a massive stroke and died this morning.
though sometimes people can drive us crazy, we hate them, or dislike them, or whatever it is, when they die it is very strange.
she planted the plants and bushes here, and decorated the pool, sort of taking over as she once was a nursery owner.
after she was sent home to die, the pool was so quiet. and now her friends mourn her. and it is very quiet without her.
life is funny that way. you never want someone dead but you might assume they just not be around. but when they die, you might really miss them. 