Beloved
Soaking in his new fond loneliness Garrett urged himself to his feet. She wouldn’t want me sulking about, so we must...I mean, I must keep going. The use of the word “I” was a stab in the heart because “we” was all he knew for 20 years. But now “we” was no longer here and the loneliness of “I” stood in its place. With his first step, Garrett started his morning routine. Shower, brush teeth, shave, cut on morning news, start the coffee pot, get dressed, check th- DING DONG ! The sound of the doorbell interrupted the routine that he ritually developed for nearly 5 years since the passing. As Garrett hesitated to open the door, he made up in his mind to wait and allow the disturbance to go away on its own. Through the silence he could hear the usual noises of the coffee pot dripping its last drop, his phone buzzing as new emails awaited to be read, and the news anchor going on about stock prices. But wait, the news of stocks doesn’t come on till later. “-the wild ride on wall street that seems to have just come out of the blue-“ DING DONG! The second bell startled Garrett as the news anchor went on. He quickly muted the tv and called out, “Who is it?”
