When I first moved into my home...
There was a woman and her husband who lived a few doors down. They would walk up and down the street every day, holding hands. They would wave as they walked by. She was a little thing, thin and under five feet tall. Her husband was Italian, with a huge smile and a robust laugh.
I became close to both of them, but to her especially.
After her husband passed away, she would be out there in the harsh weather, shoveling the snow off her long driveway. I would do my best to hightail it over there after a snowfall, and shovel her driveway before she had a chance to get out there. She was fiercely independent, and she would curse at me out of her window when I was shoveling. And she used the colorful curse words that I won't type here. GO HOME!! I WANT TO DO IT MYSELF!! I would ignore her and keep on shoveling.
In June of 1985, I drove home from a concert that I attended in Pennsylvania. It was very hot. As I turned down my street and drove toward my home, she was running down the street, crying, carrying her limp little dog in her arms. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM"!
I reached over and threw open the passenger door and told her to get in. There was a vet office a mile up the road. We sped to the office, and the dog was treated. Turns out it was just a problem with the heat.
Over the years, we would meet in the street in front of my house and chat. She called me by my nickname. She told me she loved me every time we parted, and I would tell her I loved her.
She would stand in the row of trees across the street, and she would talk to the birds there. I was watching her one time. She was looking up into a tree, and she was talking. She held out her hand, and a bird flew to her and landed on her hand. It was a small bird, maybe like a sparrow. I could see her talking to the bird as it sat on her outstretched hand.
We had two Shelties who were wary of other people. But when she walked by, they would start crying with glee. Whining loudly. She would walk up to the fence, and the dogs could not contain their excitement to see her. They would uncharacteristically whine loudly as she approached the chain link fence, and both of them would simultaneously be jumping on the fence as she approached.
Her voice would get high and playful as she talked to my dogs, and she would weave her fingers through the fence to pet them.
I've never seen anyone with a way with animals like that. Her ways were almost spiritual. The animals knew.
She passed away in her home, at age 103.
I miss her.
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She would curse out the plow drivers when they drove by her house and plowed her driveway in. 
She was very gentle and loving, but you didn't want to mess with her. She would give you the business if you did.
We were about to get flooded. It was night time, around 1100PM, and the fireman were going up the street, knocking on doors and telling people to evacuate. I wasn't really concerned, because we were higher up on the street, but the firemen were insistent.
I was having a conversation with one of the fireman. He asked me who was living in her house, and I said "She's there alone". He said "we have a lot of houses to get to, can you check in on her"? I said yes.
So I walked to her house, and was pounding on the door. No answer, she was sleeping. So I tried the door and it was unlocked!
I'm thinking "Oh Jesus, I hope I don't give her a heart attack".
I was walking through her house calling her name, until I got to her bedroom and she yells WHO IS IT?
I told her it was me and asked her to come and stay with us, just in case the water gets up that far.
She lifted her head from her pillow and said "Fuck off, I'm not going anywhere".
This will be my 2026 motto!
say it to a cop! 
I'll TRY to behave myself.
Listen, I was born on a Thursday.
But it wasn't LAST Thursday!
But for the most part I can behave myself.
They see things we can not...like auras...they can see into the other side...They are here for us...
I think your dogs saw her white lite kindness aura...they know good things.
Special people are drawn to special people…you are lucky, Lucky.
May her memory be a blessing to you.
you could teach me how to read?
Seriously, I love to read, but I'm either on the internet all of the time, or doing work...and I don't take the time to read actual books.
I used to read a lot...not so much these days.
I should.
I felt I knew her by the time I finished reading this essay. Brilliant!
Thank you. May her memory be a blessing.
She sounds like my kind of person. You were lucky (!) to have each other.
Hesed is a tender consideration for the dignity of another person and a heart filled desire for another person to experience goodness. It is a love that is dependable and unwavering, and it's a mercy that is patient, generous, and undeserved.
One thing loving-kindness isn't is "nice." Loving-kindness is strong, bold, and decisive. It is gentle when gentleness will best serve the person before you. You were these things.
Your loving-kindness was and is spiritual.
You loved your neighbor as yourself.
You miss her because you still love her.
LuckyCharms, you were blessed and were a blessing.
Long may you run.
