Calls from home

Dad was at his girlfriend's because she can't go out, being on an oxygen tank. Why did he call during the day, in the middle of the week? News of suicide, an overdose. That's the second this month ... not that I was close, like the last one. But she was a year older, and lived a few blocks away. Our fathers are still tight, old boxing cronies, and her younger sister and I were best pals in second grade. She was the "tuff" girl that the other girls emulated, but never mean.
At the end of the conversation we discussed another suicide, this time a jumper, who I only remember as a tiny kid, from the next street over. I've taken to reading my hometown paper and it was reported as a homeless man jumping from an abandoned mill. It's hard to picture that in my mind.
Six blocks, two deaths. Hmm.
I keep meaning to tell my Dad that I'm engaged but I just can't seem to find the right time.