Today I found out my neighbor of 36 years passed away. Actually, she and her husband lived in the house next to Audubon before my parents moved in. She was a sweet lady who I used to go over and visit all the time when I was a kid. Part of my neighborhood "rounds" to find out all the gossip. Yes, I started as a 5 year old, so go figure.
I hate that we didn't see her before she passed. That is completely my fault. It was one of those things I always said to myself, "I've got to take Gavin over to see Ms. Miller." She was getting up there in age...I think she was 94 or 95. The last time I saw her was the day we moved, so almost a year ago in October. I told her I'd bring Gavin by to see her and I never did. Can I tell you how sad that makes me feel? (and yes, guilty). I'm also sad that we didn't get a phone call from her family. I guess they figured our number had changed once we moved or something. I tried to go by there, but I'm thinking they were all at the service.
She and her husband used to raise Beagles. My dad remembers all the commotion they used to cause with their constant barking. Ms. Miller used to tell me stories of her sons hunting in the neighborhood as they were still developing it. The end of Audubon was a dirt road when she moved in and Sagamore hadn't even been built yet.
So, here's to Ms. Miller, may she rest in peace. I hope she says hello to my mom, I know she's hugging her husband.
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