MY NEIGHBOR SAID MY FOUR KIDS WERE “TOO LOUD”—THEN SHE FILLED THE POOL MY LATE HUSBAND BUILT WITH CONCRETE AT 5 A.M. AND THOUGHT SHE HAD WON
The sound of my children laughing drifted through the open kitchen window.
For most people, it would have been nothing special.
Just four kids enjoying a summer afternoon.
For me, it was everything.
I stood at the sink looking out over our backyard on Cedarbrook Lane in Bellmere.
All four children were splashing in the swimming pool their father had built with his own hands.
Steve had been gone for two years.
And somehow, I could still see him everywhere around that pool.
The slightly uneven corner he kept promising to smooth again.
The step he rebuilt twice because he wasn’t satisfied with it.
The shallow end he designed specifically because our youngest was still afraid of deep water.
Steve finished the pool only weeks before cancer took him.
It was the last big thing he ever gave our family.
One afternoon, while he had been standing beside the unfinished edge covered in dust and sweat, I told him:
“You basically built the kids an entire summer.”
