I keep my front door opened a lot. I like the cross ventilation and I feel as if it is opening up the outside universe to me. I heard my AC kick in , so I went to close the door. I saw my upstairs neighbor going up the stairs.
She is sad. She cries a lot and I told her that I wished that I could give her a hug. But I won’t. Her husband died about a year before Bob did. She immediately jumped into a intimate relationship. While her husband was alive , she was a wonderful caregiver.
He was very sick. Bob just faded away, but her husband went through procedures and medications and all kinds of ugly days. She is depressed. She seems so sad and lonely. I don’t think that she uses
a computer, to remotely engage with what is available.Her new significant other can still work during the day. We are neighbors, not friends. We are good neighbors for each other.My life style is on the opposite end from hers. I can’t help her. She just
doesn’t have the support system that I have through my family of choice and my congregation. She is really trapped. I still feel free.