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Blog #3- The Front Door

Knock knock knock. Mr. Richards weekly delivery of groceries.

"You can just leave it at the door," he said.

"Okay sounds good."

As Daniel was organizing his food in the refrigerator he forgot he needed to ask someone an important question. Daniel put his last bag of lettuce in the vegetable labeled compartment and headed to the living room dial a number.

It was Clarajean. She and Mr. Richards have been friends for years. Her husband was Mr. Richards roommate in college. Clarajean and Daniel frequently video chat to talk and bond over their departed loved ones.

"Hello," he answered.

"Hello how are you," she responded.

"I'm good, thank you for asking. I was actually calling to see if you had heard the news about Lamar's meeting tonight," he said. Lamar had sent him an email about the meeting earlier in the day and urged Mr. Richards to be there.

"I don't know, I don't really know anyone that is going."

Telling from Lamar's email it seemed important. "I think he wants to talk about the Mr. Evans situation," without understanding what he had gotten myself into Daniel blurted out, "maybe we could go together."

"Yea that sounds good, We could meet in the lobby and walk together," she responded.

As they work out the details Daniels' hands started getting clammy and he could feel his heart pulsing in his throat. Without skipping a beat he says, "okay see you there." Mr. Richards and Clarajean were very similar and handled the untimely death of their spouses in the same way.

When it finally came time to meet in the lobby Clarajean was waiting for him.

"Are you ready?" she said.

"No... but let's just do it," he replied, still shaking.

"Okay, I'll follow your lead."

Finally, they both step through the front door together.

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