Thursday, September 08, 2011

And We All Float On

The day the "For Sale" sign went up in the front yard was like a kick in the stomach.  I thought, well they say the market is slow so maybe it'll be a while till it sells.  It wasn't a while.  It was a few short months.  Next week I will have to say goodbye to a neighbor that has been with my family through it all.

First my parents moved to the neighborhood in 1963, then I was born a few years later.  Then, I moved out only to move back in a few short years later upon the death of my parents.  We've shared food, picnics, and general neighborly love.

I'll never forget the day in November when Mr. Gable knocked on my door to tell me his wife had died and he broke down in tears.  Next week at this time, he will have left his life long home to move cross country to live with his daughter and son-in-law.

The weirdest thing is that I probably will never see him again.  It'll be like a death but he will not have died.

I had a farewell dinner for him last Sunday.  My family and some other neighbors joined in.  I think he was really touched.  I hope he was.  He is probably one of the nicest people you ever want to meet.  Soft-spoken, even tempered, adored his wife.

I used to love to hear them talk about how they met here in Harrisburg back in the 40's.  There were dance halls and he used the line that he was related to Clark Gable as a way to talk to her.  He bought himself a bike at 70 and would ride over to the community pool for a swim in the summer.  She made the best pirogi! 

I can't imagine what it must be like to see your entire house full of memories emptied before your eyes in a matter of weeks, saying goodbye to your barber, neighbors, church friends.  All of whom you have known for many years. 

You always hear people say "it's tough getting old."  The reality is we have no idea how tough it really is, until we live it.  And we'll all float on, alright.


Bone said...

From the title, I thought this was going to be about all the rain.

Glad it wasn't. Wonderful post, C.

Bone said...

PS: You better be "Roll Tidin" loud tomorrow :)

MarkD60 said...

What a sad story.

I remember my neighbors in the US had their mother move in to die of cancer. Their little girl came over to my house and talked to me about it.

I'll tell you what it's like getting old. I stay the same, everyone else gets younger. I used to go to the doctor and it was an old man, now I go to the doctor and he's a little kid. The police used to be old, now they're young children. I'm still the same, everyone else is getting younger.

Carnealian said...

Thanks for being me two biggest fans!!

We said goodbye tonight for the last time...well maybe not. It's not like I can't visit Phoenix!

I got a pic of us both. :D