Friendships in the Village

WRITTEN BY VILLAGE PARK ANONYMOUS

When I came to Village Park with my husband, we met some people. My husband was a character and the few that met us, loved him. Unfortunately, he died 3 months later

Well, it was more difficult to make friends, especially staying inside my room. A few weeks later, there was music in the garden and all the people were out there It was hard for me to go out. So I sat on my porch. The next week, I was sitting on the porch and a gentleman called and said, 'Come down and be with people, it makes everything better.'

After much calling, I went into the courtyard and listened to music It made me feel good So I went again when they played music. The same gentleman was there and we exchanged names He was very funny.

A new tenant came over and asked if he was my husband, of course, I said, 'no ' But, my new friend said, 'Tell him yes, we'll start rumors all over.' We laughed I told him my husband had suddenly died + I couldn't do that but, we laughed

This man has become a friend of 3 5 years We do not agree on everything and argue quite a bit in these years. But after each argument either he knocks on my door or I go over to him and we both say, “We're still friends, okay?”

I would say we are special friends, not anything else. I am sure that he has made many friends here at Village Park by just being a friend and saying the right thing at the right time - when a person needs a friend.