My husband was finally able to get in contact with the appropriate people, and we got permission to take one of our neighbor’s old chairs.
Not long after, the girls got crazy (and messy) with some paint and turned a plastic chair into a piece of legacy art.
Since our neighbor never married and died without leaving behind much family, my husband and I had talked about how it was a little sad that no one would be around to talk about him or to share some of his stories.
But we will. We’ll be a surrogate family for him. We’ll talk about the man who, not so long ago, occupied this chair before it was given a splash of color and the touch of love and who will forever occupy our hearts.