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FRANKLIN

It has been a week since he died.

It still stings.

I went to the super market and talked again with a woman who used to go out on her break to visit with him. It is nice to see and hear her talk about her experience with him.

Then on to the bakery where I told a friend who works there and met a woman I hardly know who expressed her condolences. And a hug.

It is this kind of thing that both stimulates the grief process and, at the same time, gives comfort.

I had a thing this morning about his ashes. I figured they should have them back by now. I was going to call.

John reminded me that they said it could take as long as next Wednesday to get them.

We also agreed that we have no idea what we want to do with them when they arrive.

So no hurry.

We took the evening walk together last night. We really cannot walk anywhere without tracing a path that we would have walked with Franklin.

It is good to have a partner in this process. We are often in different places. When I am down he is pretty much OK and then the reverse is true.

I think this is going to take longer to move through than I thought.

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