Yesterday was quite the day for me. To give a short version of my life, I live in a Senior complex. Not all the people here are really old and doddering, some are quite active. I am the youngest here, since I moved in with my mum due to my health issues. I attract a lot of attention due to my silly dog and my youth (all of 50 years old). When I am out with the dog, Wizard, people seem to gravitate to Wizard, and offer me only a smile nod. This being the case, I do not socialize much with the other residents since I feel out of place. There is also a lot of gossip here, since it is a small community everyone knows what others are doing, and as far as some are concerned, what others are thinking. Nuts!
Some of the residents here do not have visitors, friends, or family, to come visit them. With this in mind, it is real possibility for someone to have an accident or death with no one knowing about it for days. Just last month, a woman who lived upstairs in my complex passed away during the day. Her friend who lived next door had a nightly ritual of watching television together. Luckily, the day the woman passed, her friend found her that evening. She passed quietly, in her chair. It was quite weird to me, since I have never been around anywhere in which people just up and die. From what I have been told, the gossip line, the woman had been suffering quite badly from cancer. I guess it was a great relief for her, and for those who knew her. It was still a shock though.
The apartment next to me is, was, occupied by a single man. He was a big guy, tall and slightly overweight. It was hard to know much about him as he wasn’t very social, less than me. When Wizard and I would pass him in one of our walks, he would always be nice and smile. His truck is parked outside my window, and it has a real noisy interior alarm when the door opens. So, even though he wasn’t real social, there were clues to whether he was alright or not.
In the past few days I had noticed his truck hadn’t been moved. Mum didn’t really think there was anything to worry about. I also noted I hadn’t heard him while asleep. Let me explain: his bedroom is right next to my bathroom, so when he would fall asleep, he had really bad dreams. In the middle night it was quite eerie going to the bathroom hearing his ‘voices’ through the wall. I have to say, I often worried about him and felt bad for him: anyone who had a life which would lead to dreams this bad is so sad. His voice would change to a real high pitch while he was ‘dreaming’, and then it would lower. It was just horrible to hear. He also had real bad problems with diabetes. When he first moved in, he went through about three trucks due to crashing them on his way home from work because his diabetes was not under control. One time he did this, he took out part of the brick wall near the apartment. So, not only did he have horrible dreams, he also had pretty severe health problems.
Yesterday, I finally told mum he had not moved his truck in over three days, and his lights were never on at night. I just notice things like his truck since it was next to my window and Wizard and I passed it everyday. As mum left for errands in the morning, she mentioned to the manager I hadn’t seen nor heard our neighbor for a few days. The manager said she would call and have a Wellness Check done by the police.
Wizard and I headed out for our afternoon walk. As soon as we opened the door, I noticed police next door. One officer kind of stepped out on the sidewalk in a manner to deter me from walking in his direction. Wizard and I went the other way, and didn’t even act interested in what was going on. Not so nonchalant when I came back in though.
I stayed in the living room, going from one window to the other trying to ascertain what was going on outside. I felt it would be too obvious if I opened the front door, but it sure would have been easier to hear. I watched, going from window to window, as another police car came, then the Coroner. Oh my goodness! I ran woke mum, telling her the man next door was dead.
I listened, and yes, I eavesdropped, and heard one police officer talk into his radio. He spoke of rigor already set in, but nothing past this. Then, as I was standing outside talking to the upstairs neighbor, two guys from a local mortuary came to take the man’s body. I didn’t stick around after this. I knew what had happened, and am in a way glad he is finally at rest. Those dreams had to be hell to go through every night, then not having any social life to help deal with it all, he had to be fighting every night.
So, in just the first three months of 2014, two people have died, in my apartment building, and right in the middle of our side. It is a little weird. Last night I had three nightmares. I wasn’t scared at all because of the deaths; I think it was just so much happening in my otherwise dull world.
I so have to get out of this place!