Hello friends.
I decided to take part in the friendship challenge set by 
It is a special honor for me to describe a double friendship, which is the friendship of my parents with the Pajić family and my parents, and with their friendship, the friendship of my sister and I with the daughters of the Pajić family developed.
It is especially important to me, but also very difficult to write about it at this moment, but if you read my story, you will understand my mixed feelings.
January... Snow... Preparations for Christmas, and after Christmas, new joy. My sister Ceci's birthday is right after Christmas, on January 8, and the very next day, we are getting ready to go to Vesna, Velinka and Vera's for a party. Stepandan. Spiders are celebrating.
Uncle Božo and aunt Julka moved to our neighborhood with their three daughters before I started 1st grade. Almost 50 years have passed since then. That's almost half a century of living with neighbors who were closer to us than someone from our family. Five of us girls spent our childhood and girlhood together. Every day. Then, as it happens naturally, one by one got married, created their own family, but we still remained as one house. Always full of stories, laughter, tears... And always memories of pranks and adventures that would make you laugh to the point of tears.
It has been known for years that one evening mom and dad go to Pajić's, and the next evening, Pajić comes to our place. Well, when Pajići would come, Ceca and I would grab the pads and run over to the three of them. The next day, the opposite. The Madžarevici (mom and dad) go to them, and the three of them to us. That joy when we hear their footsteps was repeated every other evening, and we rejoiced as if we hadn't seen each other for days.
There were also children's quarrels, discussions... Once I got angry that they made a Snowman in our yard and took him home. I asked for the snow to be returned to me.
And.. hundreds of similar situations, laughter, life, love and happiness among neighbors.
Years passed...Dad got sick. He died in November 2006. Uncle Bozo and aunt Julka were with mom. The two of them came together, and mom went to them alone.
In 2009, Aunt Julka died suddenly. The month of July. The void is getting bigger. Uncle Bozo stops by for coffee in the morning, after returning from the cemetery...
January 2026. Christmas, Ceca's birthday, then a celebration at Pajić's... No. No..
Uncle Bozo also left us today...
Thank you for the bike you gave us to ride and on which I learned to ride. Thank you for every twisted screw on the sled when it falls out in the snow, thank you for every patched tire on my bike, thank you for the friendship with my parents and for every smile you give us when you see us. Thank you for the tears of happiness when you found out that I gave birth to Mihailo and for kissing his hair every time you see him, instead of his grandfather.
May the earth be easy for you and may the angels watch over you.
With this story, I wanted to thank my friends for everything I remember. The friendship that lasts 50 years continues with us, the children of two families, but the parents are not forgotten.
My mom is now alone. He fights with memories and memory, the story of the years of life with such wonderful people.
There is also this photo friendship. Dear uncle Boze's dog, who won't enter the house or yard since he's gone. He sits like this day and night. Lucky is still waiting for him, but I will write about this kind of friendship another time, if there is a topic.
