The neighbor Jesus loves, the widow

My next door neighbor lost his wife at the beginning of the year.  In warm weather months, I would see both of them outside sitting on their back porch, and I would often come over and say hi.  What makes me a bad neighbor is I didn't find out that she had passed until a month and a half after it happened (I found out from another neighbor).  What makes me a worse neighbor is I didn't talk to him for about another month.  I don't know what it was.  I know I have been busy with school and my life in general, but I also know I was putting it off.  I didn't know what I was going to say.  Tonight, I was feeling a bit down and I decided to get out of the house for awhile.  I saw his front door was open and I decided I walk up and knock.  I asked him how he was doing and he said he was ok and noted what a surprise and shock it was.  The conversation was a bit awkward until we started talking about what neighbors talk about best; we started to complain about another neighbor and how their dog that won't shut up.

Awhile back, my pastor had a sermon entitled "The Neighbor Jesus Loves, the Widow".  The verse cited was Luke 7:11-17, which reads:

11Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. 12As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. 13When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, "Don't cry."
14Then he went up and touched the coffin, and those carrying it stood still. He said, "Young man, I say to you, get up!" 15The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother.

16They were all filled with awe and praised God. "A great prophet has appeared among us," they said. "God has come to help his people." 17This news about Jesus spread throughout Judea[a] and the surrounding country.