My Little Town

Tonight my neighbors and I gathered for a sad occasion (a wake for MJ's mother Margaret, who died Monday after a years-long battle with breast cancer and who will be greatly missed by her family and friends). Ten days ago, it was for a happy occasion - celebrating the birthdays of MJ and Anthony's two small children. And a few weeks from now, we will gather once again for our annual neighborhood block party. And each gathering - sad or happy, hours long or minutes long, with all of us or just some of us - reminds me of just how blessed I am to be living in this little town with these amazing individuals, who all have their own share of troubles, trials and tribulations but who nevertheless find time to support me when I find myself needing a hand.

Tim and Linda. MJ and Anthony. Carole and Mickey (who we continue to miss dearly!). Sandra and Doug. Michelle and Peter. Mary and Fred and Louise. All have at one point or another over the years come to the rescue somehow of me and/or my family during our various and sundry health or housing crises. I am beyond grateful, particularly since I know my personal battles are not likely over for good. The care they give is communicated in many ways - sometimes it's said with flowers; sometimes it's said with food (OK fine, that's one of my favorite ways - it means I don't have to cook); sometimes it's said with a hug; sometimes it's said with a small gift or card; sometimes it's said with a welcoming get-together; sometimes it's said with a humorous blog comment. But any way it's said it is deeply appreciated.

I may not always live here on "Upper Lou" - I'd like to believe that my dream of retiring to North Carolina will come true. But for now - I can't imagine wanting to live in any other town, on any other street, with any other neighbors.

Blessings and Love to All.