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THE LONG WALK

So we did the same Sunday walk that we took with Franklin every week for most of his life. The same route.

He never chose the same walk on any other day at morning or night. Just on Sundays when the three of us did a walk together.

Last week, we tried, but we didn't make it out the driveway. Too much too soon.

This week was a lot better.

There was some sadness. There were sweet memories. We laughed about many events that had occurred over six years.

He was very present in our hearts.

We are doing much better with his death. Accepting. Philosophical. Most of the time.

Several years ago, Franklin visited some special ed kids. A teacher that John knew invited him near the last day of school. And then they did it again another year. Franklin was quite a success with the kids and they with him. He sought out the kid most distant from him, of course, and won him over.

John's friend gave us a framed photo of one of those days. It is a powerful reminder of his ability to make friends with almost everyone. Even those who didn't want to very much.

He has left us with so many happy memories of our life together.

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