Moving Day

No not for me, for some neighbors which we had for almost 8 years. It is quite sad actually, when we all moved to the neighborhood 8 years ago we were all new to each other. Some of us moving from other neighborhoods where we were leaving close friends behind, some us in our first single family home, some of us just looking for a bigger house for our expanding families. All of us had one thing in common, just hoping to have nice neighbors. Somewhere along the way we ended up realizing we not only had nice neighbors, we had friends, good friends who all ended up really liking each other, we hung out on a regular basis. We shared stories and good times, we welcomed children, we said good-bye to loved ones, some of us shared trips and vacations, others shared holiday dinners, we were a very tight knit group.
Then one day it all changed. Slowly like a frog in boiling water, it snuck up on all of us. The nucleus of the group was slowly pulling away but not in the fashion you would think, it was ever so slight, a get together here, or a driveway gathering there. Some of us independently thought we were to blame, had we changed? Had we said something offensive? Then others thought they were to blame, we all started to scratch our heads, trying to figure out the answer, when suddenly a year or so later it hit us we weren't to blame we hadn't changed they had just moved on. No longer were we in their inner circle, we found ourselves way on the outside and you know what??? It hurt! We all thought we had something special, a special neighborhood bond. We were in morning, trying to understand where it went wrong, and trying to figure out why. Fast forward about a year and a half. The family we had grown to love yet had become "only neighbors" with sent an email out to us, the same us they had cookout s with, went on vacations with; the email said "just to let you know the For Sale sign is legit, we have put the house on the market" our collective response: surprised yes, shocked no. The sign stayed up the house was sold only to fall through, then be sold again. We were told moving day was April 5^th, moving day was actually April 1^st, not a one of us received a call or knock at the door to say goodbye. Sadly we weren't compelled to walk up and say goodbye either since we didn't want to get our feelings hurt or worse yet not even acknowledged. It really hit me though when my 8 year old daughter cried and said "never even said goodbye".
I wish them luck I hope they are happy, but it's still sad to be so silently kicked to the curb.