A letter sent to the editor:

When we moved here 18 years ago I had no way to comprehend what living in this community of neighbors would mean. What I did know was that folks seemed to care about each other and that they spoke to me even though I didn’t know their name, or they mine. Years later, the kids from my neighborhood are in the photo album right along with my own. I can’t go into the local restaurants to pick up dinner without visiting with half the town, and a trip to the grocery store is a chance to catch up with neighbors from two additions over that I haven’t seen in a couple weeks. That’s New Haven.

Living in a small town means that we get to celebrate our victories together. We get to cheer for the winning basketball or football seasons. Celebrate the sick child that comes home, rejoice when our service men return. However, it also means we mourn together as a community when one of us suffer loss. Provide a support system when things go terribly wrong, and our neighbors and friends are in pain. I watched and listened yesterday as a whole community including myself stopped in disbelief as one of our neighbors and friends was taken from us. We grieve as a community, which mean as a community we will lift each other up. I am so proud of our community yet again.

Thank you for allowing me in.

Betty Ford said, “ You can make it, but it is easier if you don’t have to do it alone.”

We all lift you in prayer. May God bless you and bring you peace.

POSTED: 03/01/14 at 10:51 pm. FILED UNDER: News, Opinions