Sunday, December 3, 2017
I‘m deeply saddened in the passing of Deborah Mead.
Well you see I called her Debbie, I don’t remember if I ever called her Deborah when we
were growing up on Arbor Drive in Norwalk.
I think I was 6 or 7 years old at that time when we moved into the house across
the street from the Meads, I think Debbie was 9 or 10 years old then.
Are street back then had a lot of families with kids we all got along and played together.
I remember the Mother and Father and David and Robin and Karen and the other kids
on the street, we would all play in peoples backs yards and out in the street, and let’s not
forget the Woods behind their house too.
She was a good growing up friend, I lost contact with her after her family moved out of
the house and I think moved down south.
Many years later I found out Debbie moved back to Norwalk; I think I bumped into her at
the Supermarket and she told me where she is living.
I would visit her at least once a week, we all reminisced about the old street and laugh a whole lot.
I met her daughters Jodi and Jamie they were younger then.
After a time, she met Jerry and I also met him too; after a time, they both got married.
I still visited them both for a while; than they both decided to moved down South.
Time drifted, I lost contact with them; until the sad news in are local paper.
May God cleanse your heart and soul and keep your good memories with you and
remember the fun we all had when we were younger.
Your Friend,
Michael Stefan
