Death truly comes when no man knows. My neighbor of all of the days that I can remember just pasted. Me my mama and my daddy moved in this house when my mama was prenant with my brother almost 18 years ago. We were the first black family to move on this side of my neighborhood. Many families let us know that we were for sure not welcome over here but the ones that stayed closest to us on our left were the only family that welcomed us.
When my mama had my brother she cooked us a huge feast. At the same time their daughter was pregnant and had just lost her baby. That devastated their family but they tried to not let their grief show in front of us.
They always invited us to their church for every special occasion and a few times we went. The house lady and my mama were always discussing flowers and helping each other in their gardens. If me our my brother were locked out we could deffinately go over there and wait until my parents could come.
Fast forward til bout five years ago.... The houselady turned ice cold and would never speak to us I could be less than five feet from her, speak and she would act as if she didn't hear a thing. At the same time I never saw her sweet as pie husband anymore but his truk was always home. I am not the one to beg you to speak to me but Im like okay Im not gone give up on her yet.
Fast that forward til bout eight mnths ago... One day my daddy goes to the mailbox and gets a letter from her he came back in and opened it and read it for us to hear. The houselady went on and on about how our how completely made her home look something awful because of the fact that we are in the long six year process of remodeling but now we are at a standstill because my parents ran out of money....
She then preceded to go on and on about how her home wasn't a home anymore and she was uncomfortable because now our house stands taller than hers and she can't tan in her backyard like she used too... She put all of her issues in that letter.
Im sitting there with my pen ready to write back but then my mama said oh no you don't. We are not going to stoop to that level. She's alright she is just grieving because her husband is extremely sick... Im like well she just spit all that fire with her words and it's just not cool 4 her to come at us with all this non sense.
Well we went on and my mama continued to be neighborly. At the same time I turned ice cold she didn't see me and neither did I see her... Later I found out that our family were the talk of *Flower Dr* because of her on the phone old and ain't got none to do and it truly pissed my off.
Fast forward lately I have tried to get a little better with my sour attitude towards her and I would even speak when we were in a distance of each other. Since our other neighbor just died from down the street a couple of months ago I've tried to get a do better cause these old people the ones who once made it clear to us that we were not welcome here some of them we have grown super attached too. And they seem to be dying like flies.
I didn't take my neighbors nasty attitude as her way of grieving because of her husband. I took as she ain't helping us pay no bills so she have no right to opinion what the hel1 goes on at this home.
But you never knows what people are truly going through. And on my street these people are going on out. Three deaths in the past six months within five houses of me...
Mama said it... The funneral home has just arrived to take him away... So many people over there but at the same time its so quiet the only noise is their Christmas music and the flashing lights from their beautiful Christmas lights...
I will go over there and pay my respects some time this week...
Goodbye Mr. Hollbrook..
When my mama had my brother she cooked us a huge feast. At the same time their daughter was pregnant and had just lost her baby. That devastated their family but they tried to not let their grief show in front of us.
They always invited us to their church for every special occasion and a few times we went. The house lady and my mama were always discussing flowers and helping each other in their gardens. If me our my brother were locked out we could deffinately go over there and wait until my parents could come.
Fast forward til bout five years ago.... The houselady turned ice cold and would never speak to us I could be less than five feet from her, speak and she would act as if she didn't hear a thing. At the same time I never saw her sweet as pie husband anymore but his truk was always home. I am not the one to beg you to speak to me but Im like okay Im not gone give up on her yet.
Fast that forward til bout eight mnths ago... One day my daddy goes to the mailbox and gets a letter from her he came back in and opened it and read it for us to hear. The houselady went on and on about how our how completely made her home look something awful because of the fact that we are in the long six year process of remodeling but now we are at a standstill because my parents ran out of money....
She then preceded to go on and on about how her home wasn't a home anymore and she was uncomfortable because now our house stands taller than hers and she can't tan in her backyard like she used too... She put all of her issues in that letter.
Im sitting there with my pen ready to write back but then my mama said oh no you don't. We are not going to stoop to that level. She's alright she is just grieving because her husband is extremely sick... Im like well she just spit all that fire with her words and it's just not cool 4 her to come at us with all this non sense.
Well we went on and my mama continued to be neighborly. At the same time I turned ice cold she didn't see me and neither did I see her... Later I found out that our family were the talk of *Flower Dr* because of her on the phone old and ain't got none to do and it truly pissed my off.
Fast forward lately I have tried to get a little better with my sour attitude towards her and I would even speak when we were in a distance of each other. Since our other neighbor just died from down the street a couple of months ago I've tried to get a do better cause these old people the ones who once made it clear to us that we were not welcome here some of them we have grown super attached too. And they seem to be dying like flies.
I didn't take my neighbors nasty attitude as her way of grieving because of her husband. I took as she ain't helping us pay no bills so she have no right to opinion what the hel1 goes on at this home.
But you never knows what people are truly going through. And on my street these people are going on out. Three deaths in the past six months within five houses of me...
Mama said it... The funneral home has just arrived to take him away... So many people over there but at the same time its so quiet the only noise is their Christmas music and the flashing lights from their beautiful Christmas lights...
I will go over there and pay my respects some time this week...
Goodbye Mr. Hollbrook..
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