I found myself back in Flossmoor this weekend to say goodbye to a friend.
Flossmoor is a diverse little village about 37 minutes south of Chicago. We raised our children there and they were some of the best years of our lives.
A village with great schools, Churches, library, killer little league program, bakery, parades, newspaper, golf clubs and a train.
It was a town where we made some of our truest friends in life, and though many have moved on they are friends that will live in our hearts forever.
(Simon’s family also lived in Flossmoor).
One of my best memories about Flossmoor was the amount of time my son Henry and I spent on the train together commuting to the Chicago
laboratory school. Henry and I got to know each other well and enjoyed our time as special. We commuted with our fellow community and I began to marvel how commuters became friends and ended up adopting Henry as their own little kid, keeping up on his adventures :)
and watching over him on the train and in the neighborhood.
I feel so blessed to have lived in small town USA. A town that I will always believe was the BEST place on earth. I carry it and all of the awesome memories with me every single day and I thank God for that.
photos today by HENRY