not much of a eulogy

The mother of my closest friends growing up died recently. They lived across the street from me and I spent a huge amount of time at their house. She was kind to the weird neighbor kid, including me in family dinners and getting me a bank teller job when I was in high school. This despite the fact that she frankly didn't care for children much: here, too, there was kindness and community along with exhaustion and frustration.