I spent my childhood in a white gingerbread victorian house. every day I would catch moths in the yard and swing on the swingset, and every day my neighbor would wave and say hello. he was a tall, white haired man with big glasses and a smile. He owned and operated a funeral home next to us and drove a hearse. mourners would walk down our
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:/ i'm sorry for your loss. and for his family's loss. and the community's.
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you appreciated him it seems.
he sounds like he was a good man.
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i´m sorry to hear such sad news
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