For those of you who are on Facebook you may have already read the note that I posted yesterday about this (entitled ‘Disturbing’) when I wasn’t able to log onto Blogger because my Internet Explorer (ie. piece of shit) didn’t seem to like the page for whatever reason.
Yesterday when I came home from work I was disturbed to learn that the dear old man that lived in the top apartment at the end of the row of townhouses that I live in, had passed away. Or at least that’s what my assumption is at this point.
The ambulance came and left, empty. A minivan pulled up and two men dressed in identical suits with matching ties got out, they met with the police, they met with a man dressed in a dress shirt, slacks and a tie, and they met with my neighbours son. Then they went into the apartment with an empty stretcher, they came out with a stretcher that had something on it that was covered up. They loaded the stretcher into the van and left. The man in the dress shirt left, my neighbours son left and shortly after the police left.
I’m assuming this means that my neighbour is now deceased.
The horrible thing is that the police wanted to know when the last time anyone had seen my neighbour was, I said about a week and a half, possibly two weeks ago. I looked up at the bedroom window of my neighbours apartment and saw that both windows were coated with flies, so many it was difficult to see past them, and that they were on the inside.
I take this to mean that my neighbour was lying there deceased for quite some time, and this saddens me. To think that a nice little man like him, and nobody cared enough to have contact with him everyday.
I have contact with my Mom everyday, or at the least every other day, and she is a young woman. If my Mom was around my neighbours age and in the same fragile condition as him you can bet that I’d be making contact everyday, and if I hadn’t had any contact with her for a day or two you can bet that I’d be moving heaven and earth to make sure that everything was alright with her.
I feel terrible that my neighbour is gone, he was so sweet. At Halloween every year he’d bring a bag of Halloween Candy for my kids, telling me that they were good kids and he wanted to make sure that they got something. He’d say he didn’t want to give all the candy to ‘bad kids’. He always gave Reese’s Peanut Butter cups because that way LB could have some.
He always had a smile, and he always wanted to stop and talk with you. He was always interested in the lives of others. He was kind and generous, and to have it end in such a manner is disturbing to me.