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ANITA

In 1983 we had the nicest downstairs neighbors anyone could ever ask for, a mom and her son, about 18 years old. Anita was the best, Brooklyn nice, so sweet. She cooked double portions and brought food up to us, a young, not-yet-married couple living above them. I think it was in the summer, I remember being out in front of our house on Sheffield Ave, and she was SO concerned. Her son fell seriously ill so fast, and doctors didn't know what it was. In about a week he was dead. Absolutely Devastating. I'm sad to say Anita moved away and we lost track of her and I never was able to locate her and can only hope she moved back to family or friends that might help, but how do you heal that pain?

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