In 1954 we were in high school. I was in Joe's wife's class and Joe was in my husband's. Joe and I...never met. We both married in 1956. I married my high school sweetheart and Joe married his. At one time Joe and my husband worked at the same gas station...although not at the same time. His wife and I worked at the same hospital...although not at the same time. We started our families and then I moved to a small town just south of Elgin....where Joe was the butcher at the Jewel, where I shopped. We never met and we don't remember each other. We worked at the same Jewel in Elgin later on..he in the meat dept. and me in the Chef's Kitchen... our paths never crossed. We even took similar vacations...the same week in June we would load up our families and escape "up north" to cottages by a lake.We laugh now remembering that Joe and my husband both had lists that they kept each year to remind us what to pack for these trips. We never went to the same place, but this shows that our families experienced the same things. We lived in the same neighborhood...just around the corner and down the block. Our kids went to the same school and two of our kids were in the same class. Our boys were in Cub scouts together. I was a room mother and helped with a summer field trip to the Zoo...Joe's boy was on the bus. His Dad and I never met at this time. Joe worked at the meat market in the town that my husband and I would eventually end up. We moved in just after he moved on. So many years later Joe's first wife, of 46 years, died suddenly during the night and five weeks after that my husband, of 46 years, died after suffering for a year with cancer. We have a mutual friend, my best friend, Nancy. She asked me if I would mind if Joe would send my husband some inspirational emails, while he was ill. I knew who he was and told her that we would welcome them. Everyday for the rest of my husband's life...Joe emailed. I didn't know that his wife had died. We were back and forth to the hospital so many times in that year, back and forth from Doctor's visits. You will never know how cancer takes over your lives, unless you experience it. It simply broke our families hearts. I was a newby on the computer and we really didn't get many emails...so Joe's were a bright spot in our days. When my husband died...Joe stopped emailing. After a couple of weeks, I sent him an email..."Joe, are you all right?"