::her story::

We rarely see the old woman who lives across the street from us. She emerged from her house today to do a little light gardening and I was suddenly curious about her story. What are her memories?

I thought about what it must be like to have grown children, to live alone and only have one's self to look after. Makes me wish I'd started a little earlier on having children. Would love to have tons of grandchildren to keep me busy. I'd want to live near them and my children of course. I think I'm okay with one day growing old because I know what comes after this life. I'm sure I'd read a lot. Maybe I'd have a scrapbooking club to go to on Thursday nights.