My Neighbors

I live in a beautiful , normal, peculiar neighborhood. We are protected by a hugh mountain almost on top of our heads which is beautiful in whatever season we happen to be in......I was just interrupted from my writing by a neighbor who brought me soup, because I have been sick. The thing that makes this so incredible is that my friend that made the soup has cancer. But of course, here in our neighborhood a little thing like cancer doesn't stop you from making soup for your friend. To make the reader understand what this story is about, I have to go back a few years, like 30 years. A group of young people from different walks of life someway or another ended up in this corner of the valley, in a neighborhood on a hill below a beautiful mountain called Lone Peak. We were all pretty young, just getting started in our first homes....excited to put yards in and have families, which is exactly what we did. We worked on yards, furnished our homes and had lots of children. I don't know whether we were prepared or not for what lay ahead, maybe we grew into our preparedness together. As I see it we still don't know a whole lot, but we know more that we did back then....we continue to not get what's going on, but we continue to live through our lives, learning and growing from each other..................more to come