Our good old neighbor

Whenever I see bow ties, I remember our neighbor. He passed away a couple of years ago. Every morning, I could see him wearing his crisp white polo shirt with his bow tie on. He would attend the early morning mass and would go around the neighborhood checking up on every one he knew. And he knew a lot of people! I am not much of a social butterfly but he would still greet me every morning when he would pass by our house.

Just the other day, my sisters and I were talking about the good old ones. They are slowly leaving us one by one. It is just so sad when you think about it.

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