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One of my customers died after an accident at home. This just makes me so sad, because she used to come in every monday at the same time, always lingering while I placed her ads in the paper. She used to stay for 10 to 15 minutes, depending on how much work I had. We used to chat about random things. She seemed so lonely.

She had been one of those customers I looked forward to see. Sometimes when I just had too much work to do, I couldn't find the time to chat. I'm sorry for that now. She also asked if she could get a picture of me. I felt silly and promised to give her one but I never did. I regret not having respected her wish.

I certainly will miss her.

Her daughter called me, suspecting we were friends. She found postcards I had sent and little pieces of paper where I had scribbled down crossword solutions and notes about her ads. Just now I realise that we were friends. In this strange unexpected way we cared. For almost four years she came once a week, making sure it was me who typed her ads. We always shook hands twice - once when I greeted her and once to say goodbye.

I will miss this ritual. It was most welcome.

Letting go is hard. But I will because I have to. It's so sad to lose someone, even if I did not really know her.

(no subject)

One of my customers died after an accident at home. This just makes me so sad, because she used to come in every monday at the same time, always lingering while I placed her ads in the paper. She used to stay for 10 to 15 minutes, depending on how much work I had. We used to chat about random things. She seemed so lonely.

She had been one of those customers I looked forward to see. Sometimes when I just had too much work to do, I couldn't find the time to chat. I'm sorry for that now. She also asked if she could get a picture of me. I felt silly and promised to give her one but I never did. I regret not having respected her wish.

I certainly will miss her.

Her daughter called me, suspecting we were friends. She found postcards I had sent and little pieces of paper where I had scribbled down crossword solutions and notes about her ads. Just now I realise that we were friends. In this strange unexpected way we cared. For almost four years she came once a week, making sure it was me who typed her ads. We always shook hands twice - once when I greeted her and once to say goodbye.

I will miss this ritual. It was most welcome.

Letting go is hard. But I will because I have to. It's so sad to lose someone, even if I did not really know her.