My neighbors, my parents.
By Debb Janes, Put My Love of Nature At Work for You
(Nature As Neighbors)
I know my neighbors really well. In fact, very, very well. They are my parents. We've lived next door to one another for five years. Fortunately, they are for the most part, still quite independent and capable. None the less, it's good to be close - just in case. Naturally, in these five years, I've noticed some changes. Most notably, a loss of memory with dad. He repeats stories and tells me things a few hours after I've already heard them. Mom often looks to gauge my reaction. Normally, I wink at her discreetly and pretend I'm hearing it for the first time. He's my dad and he deserves my respect and attention. After all, he spent a lot of years listening to me, and offering good advice. Part of me wishes he was still "that guy." The one who offered a strong shoulder and sharp ana...
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