Three years ago, after Bride died, I put up a Christmas tree for “our” new home, and got out the ornaments, but just couldn’t go any further. I flew out to Boulder to be with her daughter, and her young sons. My neighbors took care of the dog and cat.
When I got back, my new neighbors had taken out the ornaments, the lights, the star, and all of it — and decorated the tree top to bottom. It was bright as a beacon when I pulled in, announcing, “Welcome home.”
And suddenly I was. Home, that is.
Be careful not to underestimate normal people.