On Humanity
Originally, I had a different topic in mind for today’s post. Unfortunately, life happened and we learned the other day that our old lady friend next door passed away. Our neighbour was, aside from the landlord, one of the first people I met when I moved to Mississauga. At the time of her passing, she was 87 years old. She was also Greek, spoke little English and was suffering from dementia. Our conversations made very little sense and I did not know her actual name until two days ago. That being said, I still called her a friend. Every day I would see her and we would both smile and wave at each other – usually saying a few words. (Although, frequently my words would be in English and she would respond with something in Greek.) Sometimes she would tell me my boyfriend is cute – and, she isn’t wrong. Most of the time she would say how it was hot or cold. However, she was always, always friendly and the street seems somehow empty without her. I am calling this post “On Humanit...