Some of you may remember me talking in the past about my next door neighbor who moved in there about 12 years ago. He was almost exactly 10 years older than I am. Anyway, it wasn't long after he moved in that he started having some serious health issues. He was smart enough to realize that he had no business driving, so he sold his pickup and depended on me, a daughter-in-law and one other friend to take him to the doctors, grocery shopping, etc. I went over there to visit every day, and for nearly 10 years, the only yard work done in his yard was what I did. But then in March, 2013, he finally went into a nursing home to stay. For a year or so he still had hopes of eventually coming back home. I went to visit with him at least once a week and often twice a week. But then the coronavirus put a stop to the visits. An unmarried son who lived south of Dallas moved into the house and has been taking better care of the place and yard than I ever did. But the son came over yesterday and told me that Jack died Christmas Day. He would have been 91 next month. Rest in Peace, Jack.
