When we moved here we already knew a lot of people from our snow-bird days. We were always invited to the covered dish dinners across the road at the small private community center. We looked forward to the snow-birds returning each Oct, our old friends and acquaintances among them.
That first year saw Joe from the CG pass away on his way down from Maine. He stopped at his daughter's house in MD and the next day she found he died in his sleep. Then the woman from (Otsego Co NY) across and at an angle, who knew many of my family members up there died suddenly from anaphylactic shock. She died before the ambulance could get out here. Her husband has become a shut-in. He keeps to himself but still comes down for the winter. Then another couple we knew from up the road (VA natives) stopped coming down because she was put in a nursing home with Alzheimer and he wont come without her. How can this happen so fast? She seemed OK to me the last time we saw them. She just seemed quieter than normal but was thrilled with the landscaping that they had just finished. Their place stands empty.
The following year our closest friends decided to go to south TX from now on instead of coming here to FL. They said they just wanted a change and they have family there. I still miss them.
Then last year there's Robin who fell off a chair hanging xmas decorations, broke her neck and was found dead in her RV. As she fell backward she apparently hit the table snapping her head forward. RIP Robin.
And now we have a snow-bird from up north missing in action. Her place stands empty down from us. No one has heard from her over the summer. The person who has her personal info has me wondering.... what the hell? She lives on the property next to us and went to Flagler beach for the summer. She was due back Sept 1st. They have an RV as many do in this community. Her and her husband are bored living here and at the Flagler CG they are right on the beach and there are always things to do. And of course it's cooler. So her place also stands empty.
The couple on the corner, also from Maine (lots of people here from the cold NE) have not returned either. That place is also empty and dark.
The "flower man" on the next road who we always stopped to talk to when out in our golfcart has passed away. Apparently one of their adult kids is living there now but we can't catch him/her at home.
Our next door neighbors are home less and less since his serious heart attack left him in a wheelchair this past spring. They have relatives about 45 miles from here that own a family business where both worked. I have a feeling they will sell the place and move there eventually. It's along commute.
I've noticed few widows stay here alone if they have no nearby relatives.
It's getting like a ghost town. I should have expected this since most of the people on this end of the community are in their 60s and 70s or even older.
And now the woman who ran the covered dish dinners for the community is quitting. She says it's just too much for her and she doesn't want the obligation anymore. She always had help so maybe she just grew tired of it. People were a little upset because they feel it helps the community stay together, to have a feeling of "community. But from what I gather no one has offered to take her job.
My son and his SO are thinking of stepping in and taking it over. The problem is sometimes he's called out after hours and she has no idea what hours she'll be working when she finds work. They're not the best people for the job. I'm physically unable to do it or I would. I love decorating and setting things up. And it's right across the road.
Aside from my son and his SO I'm starting to feel very much alone here.
What I don't understand is why these places aren't sold or rented out when someone dies or no longer has a use for them. It's like kin inherit the places and then just let them rot into the ground. This community is full of what look like abandoned MHs and lots.
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