Albert stood outside her door raising his hand to knock on the door. He had met this woman a year ago when he moved into the house next door. He remembered it as if it was yesterday.
Twenty three year old Albert was walking outside early one Saturday morning to get the newspaper. He had just moved to this neighborhood after he got a job in the medical practice. He had been so busy moving his stuff that he hadn't had a chance to meet his neighbors yet.
He looked over and saw an older woman walking down her driveway to retrieve her paper. He got the urge to go introduce himself so he started walking towards the woman. She saw him and she looked shocked at first then she gave him a sweet smile and waved.
He finally became face to face with her and smiled back. He reached out his hand to shake the other woman's and said, "Hi, my name is Albert Baker. I'm new to the neighborhood."
"Welcome to the neighborhood Albert, my name is Edith Bunker. I live here with" then she stopped as a sad expression took over her face. "I'm sorry, I was about to say, with my husband, but I'm afraid he died of a stroke a month ago."
Albert's smile quickly turned into a frown and a look of sympathy took over his features. "I am so sorry for your loss Mrs. Bunker-"
"Oh please, call me Edith," the woman said with a friendly smile.
Albert smiled back, "Ok Edith, how long were you two married?"
"We were married for thirty years. We have a daughter who doesn't live far from here. He was only fifty five, but he was always very much stressed, I guess it just took a toll on him." She said with a sad smile.
