Ed Preston died Oct. 5. He lived across the street from us. He had been at the Hospice House and his wife, Lillian, asked my husband to watch over their house while she stayed with him.
They were married 64 years. Ed turned 94 on Sept. 30.
The evening of Oct. 5 — it was a Wednesday — I saw our other neighbor drive off with Lillian. When they returned a few hours later I knew something had happened.
My husband and I went across the street, and as Lillian got out of the car she said, “Ed died.”