Me, my younger sister and even younger brother were blessed to grow up in a small community, on a narrow street, where no two wood frame houses were the same. Front lawns were a mix of carpet grass, sticker burrs and patches of deep green clover, hours occupied lazy afternoons looking for that four leaf to bring good luck.
From 1961 to this day the Wilkey's and the Avery's have been neighbors. Growing up we were so close, more like extra siblings or cousins than just neighbors. Same thing with our parents who sometimes seemed kinda interchangeable. Us kids were fussed at for mischief no matter what our last name and parents backed each other up. That particular sense of security and stability provided a strong foundation, kept us grounded.
The eight Wilkey children grew up and mulitiplied as did us three Avery's.
Sadly Mr. Wilkey went to Jesus many years ago.
Mr. Avery, my Dad, went home 3 years ago. That left our Mothers, still neighbors, the Wilkey's and the Avery's connected by a worn foot path from our concrete front porch to their garage door-which was always open.
Sometime in the early twilight God called Mrs. Wilkey home, she passed from this world to the next surrounded by her loving family who cherished her so. She had a strong Catholic faith that sometimes did move mountains, and I can only imagine the jewels in her crown.
'They say' our days are numbered. 'They say' only the rocks live forever.
I hear this in my head but could someone please explain it to my heart?
I miss you already Mrs. Wilkey. I am thinking we are probably already neighbors again in Heaven.
The Wilkey's and the Avery's. kisses
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