Our neighbor died yesterday. His daughter called the police from Kansas today to check and Paul was deceased. We didn’t know his name was Paul. We have talked to Paul for the past 11 years and his white little dog. We don’t know his white little dogs name either.
It’s funny how you can know someone for years yet not know their names. Paul was a lawyer – retired for several years and did some sort of volunteering. His ex-wife had died six years ago from cancer and the West Nile disease. I remember meeting her once after she had left him. This is what another gentleman explained to us as we were standing at another neighbor’s house that had just moved in. We were exchanging names as I’m sure Paul had when we moved in 11 years ago. I’m sure I asked the name of the little white dog also. Funny how you forget important things in life. Paul the lawyer with the little white dog still with the unknown name. I guess it is too late to ask the name of the dog.
Funny how life is.
If I die unexpectedly, the neighbors will stand on someone’s lawn and say “You know the one; it’s that crazy woman with the cats and 2 little yappy dogs. What are those dog’s names again???”