When we were transferred to Tampa, Florida, and bought our first house, it was a new place, again in a neighborhood of young Air Force families where we all knew each other. As people began to be moved to other bases, it was heart wrenching to say goodbye.
I had the most wonderful neighbors when I first came to the San Francisco area, Sue and David Gaebel and their two daughters, Mindy and Heather. They had the condominium right next door. Sue was a lifesaver for me, a single mom with a young son to raise. We became fast friends and shared years of laughter and tears, lamenting over weight gain, my work issues, trying out new recipes. When I underwent back surgery, she was always there for me. I was absolutely heartbroken when they moved to San Jose. Though it was only 50 miles south, I felt like they were headed to Siberia. Then, when they decided to buy a home in North Carolina, my heart was broken. While we have stayed in touch and have visited back and forth a couple of times, I miss them so much every day.
Since that time, I've not been close to any of my neighbors. I'm not sure why. Of course, during my 21 years as a forensic nurse, being at the hospital around the clock, didn't help much with my social life. When I wasn't in on a case, I was trying to grab a few hours sleep or trying to spend some quality time with my boys. My forensic nursing colleagues about the globe were the ones I considered my friends and, of course, I had my life long friends here and there and those I'd made as a nurse with San Francisco. I didn't miss the absence of neighbors so much until now, jobless, and pretty much alone. My local freinds are still around but they work during the day and have their own lives. I used to be off traveling, sailing the seven seas, having a great time but, with this limited budget, I'm lucky to get on the Golden Gate ferry!
At any rate, I wanted to share this poem I wrote. It's called "Neighbors." I am most lucky to have my blogging neighbors!!
I don't live in a mansion,
Just an ordinary place,
The distance between houses,
Is a very little space.
Yet I hardly know the neighbor,
That I see most every day,
As we come and go about our lives,
Passing on the way.
We don't linger by the backyard fence,
On a lovely summer night,
Commiserating about our jobs,
As the stars begin to light.
We've never shared a cup of tea,
Or learned each others name,
And as I write and think of this,
I feel it's such a shame.
I once lived in a neighborhood,
I knew each person there.
We were like each other’s family,
Everyone seemed to care.
We looked out for each other,
In bad times and in good,
And even the smallest child ,
Had a sense of neighborhood.
Perhaps, I have to start with me,
If I'm wanting something more,
I'll take these homemade cookies now,
And visit the house next door!
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