Monday, April 7, 2008

We All Cry The Same

We All Cry The Same

By Kimberly Jensen

The ambulance pulled silently out of the neighborhood. My neighbor's car raced out of the driveway and followed it down the street. The sound of tires broke the silence of the midnight air that hung with questions about what was going on at the house just two doors down from mine. My husband twisted the blinds shut and came back to bed. Early the next morning I saw my dear English neighbor in her driveway. I was just getting ready to leave but backed my car up to her driveway and put it into park. "Is everything okay?" I asked as my neighbor as she approached my car window. "No, my dear. It is not. My husband has recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer and he had a very rough night." I got out of my car and gave her a hug. With glistening eyes she told me that her husband had been going downhill very quickly since getting the diagnosis in February. I asked if I could bring her a dinner or take her to the appointments. She graciously declined and said they don't eat much and that she would keep me informed. I called often and brought English tea to the woman who always brought a smile to my door, along with an invitation to her church and treats for my children. Over the years we have had long and loving conversations about God. Her husband passed away this week and we attended a service on Saturday that honored his life. We walked into the Jehovah's Witness Kingdom Hall and saw many of our neighbors, of all races and religions, showing support and love for our dear neighbor. It was such a great feeling to know that although we may worship just a little bit differently, we all cry the same.

4 comments:

Emily Cushing said...

Very touching and well-written.

Christine Thackeray said...

Wow, I wish I had a neighbor like you. I've reached out a little but only have a few that are willing to connect.
Best wishes in the difficult time ahead. That's when she'll need your support.

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Mary Stosich said...

I cry for her too. Send her love from me, will you please?