Living next door to Mary was sooo great. As a young girl, I didn't notice much beyond my own self.  But as I grew older, I came to know what a wonderful, unique person I had as my trusted neighbor. After my "boom boom " years had subsided ( she nick-named me that because I'd blast my stereo all the time) I'd wait until Mary woke up to make noise, sometime around noon. We'd usually meet eachother in our backyards, share a Coke, chit-chat, help eachother with tasks around the house. If the shades to her bedroom were still down past 12:00, I'd softly call  " Maaarrryy".
I'll miss you. God keep you. love, always.