revival

When we moved away several years ago, me neighbor, now almost ninety years old, asked me how does it feel to leave our home. I knew what she meant, having other times talked with her about her close ones who had left for good, their homes, their country, their family. But we are not leaving with bad memories, we are leaving with happy memories, I replied. She smiled to that.

Last time I met her a few months ago she was knitting and showed me several pairs extra big mittens for grand grand children. For the time I'm not around any more, she explained.