a lesson

The neighbors with the grand daughter that screams called several weeks ago, out of the blue, to tell my parents they were moving to Houston. They placed their home on the market and have been traveling back and forth awaiting a sale.

Yesterday, surveyors were outside the residence and those that reside(d) there, were packing final boxes in the garage. Like a daily ritual, I have waved to them when they leave, eating all meals out. Yesterday they left permanently for Houston and did not wave, the grand daughter did not scream, said nothing to her neighborhood friends...

There was no phone call or hint of good bye and somewhere in all the clutter, the key to their home remains here as it has for seven years.

It was a lesson in human behavior, theirs and possibly mine too.