Yesterday his life made sense – to a point, at least.
Today, my neighbor moved into his new home, a decision that was made for him, for good or ill, I cannot say.
We watched his daughter load a small suitcase into her car and set out for a new horizon, a new frontier.
Sometime between 5 – 5:15 p.m., he wandered away from the home.
We were returning home at 6:30 p.m. when we spotted the police car.
We burned the next hour driving around one of our city’s busiest tourist areas, frantically searching for a lost friend and neighbor. All around us, people mingled in the evening sun; laughter could be heard amongst the din of traffic and music erupted from cafes and restaurants.
But somewhere a man wandered. For him, the world no longer made sense.
After sixty minutes engaged in what appeared to be a futile effort, we returned home. As we pulled in the driveway, another neighbor approached.
“He’s been found. He’s having coffee at the home right now.”
A simple, yet welcome pronouncement, and one that didn’t signal the end of this tale.
Circumstances have revealed a deeper truth; our friend and neighbor appears to be truly lost.
That’s all I have for now, friends. Words still escape me. I’ll leave you with one last thought.
In the years to come, when our minds succumb to the ravages of age and begin to give up the ghost, I pray each of us has a guardian angel to ensure our future is, above all else, a safe one.