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his last name was jackson, but names never seemed important. he lived around the corner. he was tall and thin, in his late seventies, with thick-framed glasses and a yellowing beard. he talked about the weather and what he was buying at the market that day for dinner. his wife was hearing impaired, and other than occasionally tucking a wisp of her long grey hair behind her ear as she leaned forward, you would never have known it — she could read lips like a boss.
they were always together, so when i spotted him walking alone, hunched over, i knew something was wrong. when i asked about her, he began sobbing behind his mask. she had died of pancreatic cancer. “she lived only three weeks,” he managed to get out before he hurried away, trying to compose himself.
each time i spotted him on the street, he seemed more frail, his kneecaps poking out from under his pants, underneath a coat that was never buttoned up, no matter how cold it was. when he stopped to chat, he often couldn’t speak without crying, but we figured out a way to communicate — i asked the questions and he nodded or shook his head. it didn’t help that we had to be six feet apart, our voices muffled by masks: “are you eating?” “can i get you groceries?” “this is going to get better.”
“he looks buried in his thoughts,” one of my neighbours said one day as he shuffled by, head down, oblivious to anything around him. i thought he was buried in his grief.
i had gotten into the habit of walking the dogs by his house. sometimes he would come out and give them wordless pets. other times, i could see the flash of his television screen in his front room, the outline of his head in the blue light. i hoped he wasn’t too lonely.
on one of these walks, just over a month since he lost his beloved, the sidewalk in front of his house was blocked by three cars. the first was a long, white station wagon. the sign on the dashboard read: coroner — the lights of the police cruisers flashing behind it. from across the street, i could see that the news was on the television and two people with police written on their backs were kneeling on the floor.