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Tuesday, January 18, 2005

I'm sorry he doesn't live here anymore... he's dead

On Sunday afternoon a man rang my doorbell (...like a madman, he rang it 6 times before I got from the couch to the front door).

The conversation went something like this:

Me: "Hello?"
Man: "Is Jack here?"
Me: "I'm sorry he's dead."
Man: "Oh..."
Me: "Yeah, I think he died in the summer."
Man: "I figured as much."

I invited him in and gave him all the information surrounding Jack's death. How he went into the hospital for day surgery and never came back. And that I bought the house and moved in December. I gave him some information on how to contact his family.

I think I handled it pretty well.

Here's some pictures of pretty much how Jack left all his stuff when he left the house that day and never came back:


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