She told me that she and her husband built the house in 1950. They owned all of the land in the neighborhood. He died shortly after and she sold all of the land except where her house sat. She used the money to go to Europe 8 times.
I wish I had gotten to know her better before she left. Doesn't she sound like someone you want to know more about?
So, her house is being torn down today. It makes me think about how temporary every thing in this world is. The stuff we work so hard to build will be a pile of rubble some day. In 60 years, will my house be rubble? Will anyone notice? Will someone say they wished they had gotten to know me better and reflect on the things I did in my life that are worth remembering?