Left Behind

Left Behind “Our existence is but a breif crack of light between two eternities of darkness” --Vladimir Nabokov, 1947. Three years ago, my family and I moved to Erie, Michigan. Our old one story home was scooted up to a ranch style house built in the late 1960’s. Kay Luis lived there. She was an older woman, around the age of fifty, who welcomed anyone into her heart. About three months ago, Kay died of leukemia. …

…tan in color, welcoming with cookies and pillows, yet faded and chipped. Kay’s house paints her way of life into the mends of everyone. At 75,000 dollars, Kay’s house sold to a deserving well-off couple. After much screetiny, my aunt and uncle decided the old ninteen sixy ranch would be fantastic with a baby on the way. They not only invested into the home but also the memories of our past neighbor will live