I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

His coffee mug still hung on the hook in the kitchen.

He always came back with flowers.

I set two cups of tea out of habit every morning, then remembered he wasn’t there to drink his.

I talked to his photograph every day. “Good morning, darling. I miss you.”

Sometimes I told him about my day. About what our grandchildren were doing. About the leak in the continue reading …