(Guest Post By Terri Burton)

Last year I went to a yard sale and bought a birdhouse that was high in the air on a pole and the sellers could not get it down.  I went ahead and paid for it and they told me to come back in a few days and they would have it ready for me.  When I went back no one was home and the bird house was still up in the air.  I left a note on the garage door and was headed back to my car when I saw a woman going to her mailbox across the street.  She started walking toward me and so I met her half way.  She began by telling me that the woman that had lived in the house where the sale was had died of cancer several months ago and that her grown children were having the sale.  She shared with me what a good neighbor the woman had been and how they were able to talk and share because they both had cancer.  She opened up and talked with me about being in her early fifties, that her cancer had advanced and the doctor had told her several months ago that she would be dead within six months.  Read the rest of this entry »