Helen

Cancer robs us of another life. Helen was a neighbor of mine...well, my parents...used to be mine. Known her for 24 years, yet didn't really KNOW her until the past four. I'd mow her lawn, cut her bushes, occasionally help out with other little things. I never asked for money. It's not why I did it. But she'd always insist on paying me. Two years ago, she gave me $140 worth of transit checks because she stopped working and didn't want them going to waste. I'm still shocked thinking about it. There were four $35 checks. ONE would've been obscenely generous. My eyes widened as each of the other three revealed themselves. She'd bring me something to drink, too, when it was blazing hot out and I was sweating in her yard. Or even not sweating. And we'd chat about how i'm keeping busy, what's new in the nabe, her health. She's had cancer for years, but always beat it. I have much more to say, but it's 1am and I have work tomorrow, so i'll edit this blog tomorrow night and add onto it. Sorry for the abruptness. Peace.