When your neighbor dies

My neighbor died. It's surreal. It was just the other day that he was showing me his new RV, and getting excited about taking his family on road trips and camping trips. Now he is dead. The funeral is over. And his body has been cremated. Meanwhile his wife is left wondering what on earth just happened. He was a young guy, only 42. And his wife had just given birth to a beautiful baby boy. One night he went to bed with a fever. The next day he was dead.

Every day I see his car sitting in the driveway - untouched, unmoved. No-one wants to go near it. It's creepy. It's sad. It's confusing. I can't quite wrap my head around the finality of it.