Author's Note: As soon as I read the ending of Leigh Ann (leighann415)'s "You Wonderful You," I knew it had to be continued. I'm still devastated by Mary Tyler Moore's passing. Even though we all knew it was coming, it doesn't get any easier. But thankfully she left behind two sitcoms that will never be forgotten. This story is a tribute to her legacy.

Grief was harder than Rob had expected. He thought the funeral, his chance to say goodbye to Laura, would help. But it didn't. For the first few days, Richie came over for dinner. The two talked about her some, but mostly they were quiet. Even when they didn't say much, just having someone else there made the loneliness easier. But Richie had his own life, his own family to get back to.

Rob knew Sally had meant it when she said he could call anytime, but he really didn't want to burden her with his problems. He knew, even if she never said it out loud, she still missed Buddy a great deal. Millie and Jerry were both gone, too. If they were still here, he'd have called them. Having best friends right next door was something Rob took for granted, until he didn't have it anymore. He sighed as he walked around the house. This place was much too big for an old man all by himself. But the idea of selling it was unthinkable. This was where he and Laura had raised Richie. The house was full of memories. On the wall hung dozens of pictures. That was Laura's doing. As Richie's children grew, she had hung more and more pictures of their grandchildren.

Rob sighed, wondering what he should do. Watching TV sometimes took his mind off his problems, but he couldn't do that forever. There, on the kitchen table, was a pile of mail. Richie must have brought it in when he came over, knowing his father wasn't thinking about such things right now. There were a few condolence cards from neighbors and acquaintances, not to mention bills. Apparently even death wasn't enough to make creditors back off. Underneath all of those, Rob found a piece of paper with a name and phone number on it. Where'd this come from, he wondered. Then it clicked. The man at Laura's funeral.

It was a strange experience, one Rob hadn't been sure was real until now, seeing the card. Out of the blue, a man had approached Rob, saying he remembered seeing Laura dance back when she was with the USO. After so many decades, he hadn't forgotten her, and he'd come all this way to pay his respects. Rob thought he remembered most of the guys from Camp Crowder, but this man was a stranger.

Staring at the number, Rob wondered if he should call. He hated the idea of bothering a man he hardly knew, but he wanted to talk to someone, and it didn't seem fair to call Sally or Richie. They had both heard enough from him as it was. Nervously, he dialed the number on the card.

The call was answered on the second ring. "I was wondering if you'd ever call," the man said.

Somehow, relief flooded Rob. He felt his nervousness melt away. "I was just wondering if you'd like to come over this afternoon. I could tell you a bit more about Laura if you'd like."

"That sounds fine," the man said. "I remember she married one of the soldiers, and then left with him. I always wondered what happened to her after that."

"Well, I can tell you all about it when you get here," Rob said. "This might sound like an odd question, but do you mind if I call you Jerry?"

The man laughed. "Why would I mind? That is my name."

"Well, I know," Rob said. "It's just that my next-door neighbor's name was Jerry. Actually, he wasn't just a neighbor. He was my best friend."

"Ah," Jerry said knowingly. "I know how that feels. Friends, wife, everyone seems to be gone. It can be rough. Give me your address, and I'll make my way over there this afternoon.

Rob quickly rattled off the address, the same one he'd had for decades. Suddenly, his life didn't seem quite so empty anymore. He was grateful he'd decided to make this phone call.