Kitch Martin
I wrote the following soon after Chet's death now almost 5 years ago. I reread it today after reading his obituary and remembering him. I'm sharing it below in the hope that Chet will always be available in prayer as he was as a neighbor.
Covid killed him, a gregarious neighbor
conversing often across our fence. I didn’t know him well nor was I so inclined. Casual was enough.
Suddenly Chet was gone and I shocked and saddened not to have tried harder to know him. His wife Jackie remained next door,
our only acquaintance over the plants I watered while they vacationed. How to say I was sorry to someone I didn’t know?
Then I felt again my grief over my sister’s suicide and spoke that to Jackie. We are friends now, she and I walking together and talking of the worlds we share. She often speaks of Chet. I am getting to know him better.
We grieve because we have loved.