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July 14, 2013
JR was in tatters, that's for sure.
And the 'Vette, you can bet
would soon gather dust
no, JR couldn't believe it, oh, grief, it's that just
if only she'd walk through that door.

He did yard work. “That was stuff she used to do,” he said, voice wavering slightly, then trailing off.

The flow of well-wishers and purveyors of condolences had probably slowed to a trickle, and work was a foggy memory.
But he had gone in Sunday. Emergency, they said.
JR had heard THAT one before – oh, emergency like when hapless underlings rang him up during V's memorial?