Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

What matters in the end


Yesterday was Inauguration Day. Depending on where you stand it might have been a wonderful, uplifting day or it might have been a tragedy. I have thoughts about all that swirling around in my head – they may or may not spill out eventually.

But that’s not where my head or heart are today.

Because, you see, last night, after a day where the world focused on the big picture, after the sun set in a show we haven’t seen here in years, once the world went still, my neighbor left this earth quietly, his departure marked only by family.

The end of an extraordinary day.

I tell you this not because it was a tragedy, though they will miss him fiercely, but because it reminds me this morning of what is important. It’s not the arguments over real or imagined fears, it’s not the friendships destroyed by political influence, it’s not cabinet appointments or policy changes.

What’s important, really, are the relationships we all have, with our family members, with our friends, with our neighbors. Those are what need to be protected, those are fragile, those will not last forever. Those are what we must work on now.

Last night the birdhouse our neighbor made for us many years ago fell from it’s tree. And last night our neighbor broke free, no longer in pain, no longer confused, no longer in tears.

God speed Jack, Katie and I will miss sitting on your front porch in conversation, or near the end, in communal silence, watching the world go by. She looks toward your house when we’re out on walks and will still tug me toward your driveway. Thanks for always giving her an ear scratch. She’ll miss your, “Whatcha doing girl?”

So will I.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

26 thoughts on “What matters in the end

  1. No words, Dawn. Just a big hug. Oh gosh, when will we be able to give hugs again. ❤


  2. What a beautiful heartfelt post. Sending prayers to his family and yours as well. May he rest in peace, and we should cherish every day we have on this Earth. Sending virtual hugs! 🥰🙏❤️


  3. So very sorry! A big loss for the neighborhood as well as for the family.


  4. You are right…what matters in the end has a way of making sense of all of it. So sorry for your loss. 💗


  5. Oh Dawn, I am so sorry. What a beautiful post, reminding us what is important. Sending a hug to you.


  6. Glad Jack had a neighbor who obviously genuinely cared about him.


  7. So sorry to hear about your neighbor. Dogs just *know* though, don’t they? This is a lovely tribute and makes a necessary point: relationships matter, people matter. Thanks for saying it so well!


    • Yes, Katie knew. She’s not naturally a cuddly dog, but she always pulled me down the driveway when she saw Jack. Once she greeted him she was content to sit around while we talked, but she always initiated the meeting. She still pulls me toward his house though he hadn’t been outside in months.

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  8. I’m so sorry for your loss, Dawn. My prayers for peace to you and the family. It really doesn’t matter what goes on in the world, but what goes on in our own neighborhoods. You all shared the gift of friendship and connection.


  9. A lovely post about what is important and ephemeral in life. My condolences on your loss.


  10. My sympathy, good friends and neighbors are a blessing.


  11. What a lovely tribute to your friend and neighbor. I am sending prayers for peace for you and for his family.
    And I agree wholeheartedly with what you say… we need to focus on the good and on Today!


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