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I found out yesterday that the little old man that lived in the apartment across from us died. He was always really sweet to us, and had an adorable little dog, I think she was a corgi. A couple times a year he would insist on shaving her, which looked ridiculous because except for her fuzzy little head and her tail, she would be completely bald.
Anyway, I knew he was old, and sick, he had spent a stint in the hospital at the beginning of the year, but I had never thought about anything happening to him, but I still did everything I could think of. For Christmas he got homemade fudge and every couple of days we would take his trash out for him so he wouldn’t have to be out in the cold.
I knew that in the middle of last week he went back to the hospital. I had been reading in bed when I saw the flashing lights outside. I didn’t see him again, but every couple of days on my way home I would look to see if there were paw prints in the snow from Roxi, or if his lights were on. Then yesterday morning I woke up to a loud knocking on the apartment door.
It was his sister. She wanted to let us know that he had passed. They were starting to clean out his apartment and she remembered how he had mentioned us several times, that he always had something nice to say. She thought we deserved to know.
After I talked to her I went back to bed, and curled up in a ball, trying to ignore the pressure in my chest. I spend hours trying not to think about the fact that I talked to this man four or five times a week, I took his trash to the dumpster, helped him get Roxi inside when she was being difficult, but I didn’t know his name. I tried not to think about how this ache reminded me of the same one I’ve been fighting for almost a year. I tried not to think, but all I could think about was Papa.
It’s been almost a year since I lost my grandfather. In fact, in two months and two days it will be a year. I don’t think about it all the time or anything…
People keep saying this is going to get easier, but instead of waiting for it to not hurt, I think I’m going to go drink an insane amount of coffee and write something.
Have a good day, everyone!
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