Carol Zadel's birthday was today and it gave us an opportunity to call her and Bob, who is Mike's older cousin. Bob and Bill Zadel always are a source of good laughs of remembering the wonderful times of growing up in a close knit neighborhood. Where grandparents were across the street, cousins were around the corner and every child went to school together. We have ditched the neighborhood of relatives for neighbors who don't know our past. We are disconnected having our relatives living on either coasts and the Midwest. And with the dissolution of our families being our neighbors for some reason that yearly visit makes us uneasy, makes us want to prove we are successful, makes want to hide our pain or struggles, makes us put on a face of perhaps a hint of perfection.
My Mom and Dad moved to Charlotte seven years ago, my niece Sarah was already living here and I was relieved to be able to show my pain and suffering every day to them without the pretense of a visit here or there. They saw and witnessed our incredible sorrow as Joe died. I am forever grateful they were around the corner and down the street.
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