Community at it’s finest

As I sat and listened to the eulogy at a funeral for a classmate, neighbor, and friend, I looked around and saw a community that was held together by something stronger than the same postal code.  These were middle class, blue collar people whose community had seen better days and today they were burying another of their young people who left too soon.  Cancer this time and only 46, yet it seemed she had got the most out of so few years.  She grew up on my street and what a street it was!
Pioneers, visionaries, people ahead of their time. 11 men with one ideal…to provide their families with a home, a nest where they would be nurtured and looked after. None of these men could do it alone, they needed each other, and with their combined talents and abilities, they raised 57 more young pioneers.  Coady Street was, and still is, a special place.  It is an example of community at it’s finest. People sticking together because that is what neighbors are supposed to do.  When someone falls, we pick them up.  When someone triumphs, we celebrate and yes, when someone passes, we remember… because as long as someone is held in memory, their spirit will live forever.