Joyce's sister was over packing up her clothes and toiletries this morning. I stopped by to offer a hand and to just be nosey. I wanted to find out what was going on.
"She's going to miss you," Joyce's sister, Janice, told me. "We've got her a good place to stay."
"I am going to miss her as well," I replied as I busied myself carrying Joyce's clothes to her sister's car.
Stepping into Joyce's house is like stepping back into time. It looks and smells like my now departed great aunt's house. Something out of the sixties.
As I was leaving, I watched as they put a for sale sign in front of Joyce's house. It didn't hit me that she was actually gone until I saw that. Despite all Joyce's problems, she has been a good neighbor -- the first neighbor I have ever felt close to. I am sad to see her go. I hope she grows to enjoy her new living environs.