My neighbor Uwe died today following one of the most extraordinary living deaths I could ever imagine. If there was any way to be jealous of the end of a life, this would be the one.
Every day for the past two weeks, I kept my front door and dining room doors open hoping to catch a glimpse of Rita or Uwe walking slowly down our street. A week ago he went by as I stood on my balcony folding warm white laundry. We talked about trees and wind and warm weather in October. He wanted to see some houses on the other side of town. Off he went.
As they strolled away, I said, “have a wonderful stroll.” That was the last time I saw him.
Sherry and I are thinking of Rita almost constantly. Her sadness…
And we think of Uwe every moment of this week, believing certainly that he’s already rustling in the trees somewhere beginning a new adventure.