This is my crane.
On Friday, a neighbour of mine died. It was a shock. Our families had lived beside each other for eight years. Our children have grown up together.
My crane is on the swingset in our backyard. I always said ours was the poor people’s swingset next to hers, which is in the background. Hers was the swingset of the jet setters.
I was not close friends with her but this weekend has been a quiet one with moments of staring off and then realizing, I am staring off.
This life is short and sweet. This crane is for my neighbour.Print