On the street where we lived

The Clares lived across the street from us. They had eight kids to our six. Mr. Clare sold us our house and Freckles, our crummy dog for a very short time, decided he wanted to be purebred Irish American and went down the block and didn’t do much of anything besides sleep on their crab grass and bark at us for years. I just sent Nancy a photo of two of her sisters with one of mine - and their friends. The youngest sibling in both families passed away. I’m not sure why I am mentioning this ... besides the fact that lately, they’ve been more and more friends and family to suddenly miss and I don’t think that is gonna change during the days ahead and that requires a considerable degree of acceptance which is hard to find and sustain.