A Eulogy
A breeze of one cold morning has always been a nice wake up call for all of us here in this beloved neighborhood of ours. Though I refuse to acknowledge the rest of the blessings, it was one of the thing that I am extremely grateful of, living within one overly involved small community. No matter how cold the weather is, how empty the street is, and how quiet the day is, I always know that somebody is home, whether it is the nice grandma next-door, an old lady who lives three doors down, or the nice old couple who lived in the house up there. Their presence is one that I can always count.
Right now, for once, they could be enjoying their delicious meal, one that my family can recognized from afar, or maybe enjoying the morning coffee while hiding their faces behind that spread of newspaper that I barely find these days. As well as tweaking their car that I can’t remember ever leaving the garage, or maybe complaining over our noisy habit in silence. In fairness, we are that noisy.
Maybe, but not today. In silence, I know everyone out there mourn for the loss of these beloved souls. Here or someplace else. Whilst four is relatively small number for others, our small neighborhood only consisted of sixteen houses, two of which already empty for ages. And while their presence will always be missed by the community, I wished nothing but the best for all of them.
As for today, let me keep the memory of their presence a while longer.
The Loudest Backyard 