Went outside on Friday night (after the kids were asleep) to admire my handiwork (I had mowed the lawn) and enjoy the beautiful spring evening.
I looked over at my neighbor's house and saw her sitting at her kitchen table, the Sabbath lights lit behind her.
She was alone.
About a year ago, her husband called me on a Sunday night and asked me to take his garbage to the curb for him.
"My Hodgkins has returned," he said.
I didn't even know he had it. Two weeks later, he was dead.
I thought about all I have...a wonderful wife, two wonderful kids, good health (at the moment) and just felt a pang of hurt imagining her predicament.
I'm not saying she's unhappy. She may not be lonely, but it's hard to imagine that she isn't.
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