And then you die. Death is a part of living...
A neighbor died recently. The 95 year old matriarch of the families that surround our home. An incredible woman. We didn't know her well but we know her children, grand children and some of the many great grand children. They are a testament to the woman, the way she raised them, the values she instilled in them. I'm in awe.
Bill has been watching the news with all the coverage of the deaths of a music icon and television people. It's not news to me. I couldn't care less.
The death of our neighbor, someone we've known for only a couple of years has forever changed my life. I will never be the same. If I die tomorrow, I will die an incredibly happy person for having lived in this community. I feel blessed and honored to be able to raise my daughter among these people.
To the Ticos who read my blog... THANK-YOU! My words could never express the gratitude I feel for the love openly shared in this culture.
