They had been friends. These two neighbors who lived side by side. One was there. The other moved next door. A neighborly friendship was struck.

That’s the way these things go.

They shared interests. They talked across the fence. They occasionally shared a beer and some good cheer. They discussed what was happening in the neighborhood.

That’s the way these things go.

They helped one another occasionally. Lent each other the old helping hand. Asked about each other’s families. Watched out for one another.

That’s the way these things go.

At some point, something happened. Well, nothing happened really. One day they didn’t see each other. Then one day stretched into several days and into weeks. And suddenly, these two neighbors may as well have lived at opposite poles of the Earth. They so rarely saw one another.

That’s the way these things go.

There was nothing personal to it. Just circumstances, work, events, things happening in their lives, the nature of their beings. Nonetheless, time passed, and they had done little more than wave a hello.

That’s the way these things go.

It came to pass that one neighbor became ill. The other neighbor heard the news and realized that he had spent little time with his old friend. He promised himself that when the neighbor was better, he would spend more time with him again. Like they had done in the past.

That’s the way these things go.

Instead of improving, however, the one neighbor’s condition worsened. He passed away, and he was gone. The other neighbor realized that he was too late to restore the relationship between he and his neighbor. A fence separated them now that could not be breached.

That’s the way these things go ... if you let them.



Dean Poling is The Valdosta Daily Times features editor.

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