When we returned to our home there was a surprise party for my parents. The neighbors had gathered and set it up. My mother figured it out in advance, but was able to convince everyone she was surprised when she arrived at the party. Bob hated parties but he went along to please my mother.
There had been changes while we were away. There had been a terrible airplane crash over our city and people were still traumatized over it. An Air Force Transport plane and a Navy Bomber had collided over the city, killing 46 people. One of the persons was a woman in her home who had been struck by falling debris. This had happened about six months before we returned, but it was still fresh on everyone's mind and people were still attempting to recover from the shock.
Another change was one of our neighbors had committed suicide. She was a woman in her thirties who had desperately wanted a child. After years of trying, she had finally given birth to a baby boy. But the post-par-tum depression set in, and she took a gun and shot herself.
There had been positive changes too. Our new next door neighbors were gems. They were a young couple with two sons just reaching puberty. The husband worked in the liquor store down the street and always had a hobby going, usually one that would make him money. The wife became good friends with my mother and since they lived right next door, they could talk over the backyard fence.
The kids had all grown and for the most part, were going through adolescence. Jimmy, the bratty boy next door had actually mellowed out, and wasn't quiet so bratty. Other kids were the same.
It was fun to be back home again, dealing with all the changes and looking forward to making my own changes.