Old People

The old guy across the street from me died, which sucks. I've watched him work to fix up his house over the past couple of years. He's slow but the house has really been shaping up. So he makes improvements to it and dies and can't even enjoy it. The other old guy down the road came over to tell me. I think he was just itching to start a conversation. His whole life is spent under the tree in his front yard. He just sits and waits. I'd talk to him more but his milky eye is kind of creepy. I need to try to be more compassionate. I really do. I only love two people. Should I love more? Could I?