Walking the dog

Taking his majesty out for a walk this morning I stopped to talk to my neighbor (no, not THAT one.) She was outside re-hanging chimes. Today is the one year anniversary of her husband's death. That's a big thing-I wondered how to react, so I just let her talk. She didn't seem particularly depressed, in fact I would say the word to describe the conversation was nostalgic. It was touching, actually, to hear that tone. There is a question of how people deal with grief that I don't think we usually get to really understand-as our own grief is far too personal to be analyzed and I am fairly sure it's rude to ask people how they cope. I'm not saying this conversation gave me any insight, but I was touched by it. And I found out that home prices aren't nearly as high around here as I thought they were.