The doctor told our neighbor:
“You don’t have much time.”
That verified her suspicions.
She has it “nailed down” now.
I wonder what she’ll tell the cashiers at Publix
when they say: “How are you?”
or “Take Care!” or “Have a wonderful day!”
I thought of how
when I go to Fantastic Sams to get my hair cut
and they inquire about my well being.
I always reply: “FANTASTIC!”
I’ll think of her
next time I’m asked such things.
I will think of our dear neighbor
and I will even consider the possibility
that some day I might get the same prognosis.
How do I get such things out of my mind?
It just got there a few hours ago
and is likely to be pretty forefront in my thoughts
for………..how long I can’t tell.
I’m not much good at
discarding sad thoughts
once they have embraced me.
And if they fled too easily
what kind of a man would I be
who has come to love a neighbor?