my next door neighbor died. (not the lil' old lady neighbor, but the guy who lives in the other half of the apartment).
No idea when, how long, etc.
Went to get the mail today and there was a guy and a girl (with whom I've seen around a lot at his side of the house) and they were wondering if I'd seen him lately.
I guess he'd been sick, and took this week off as vacation.
He was a very keep-to-himself person and I didn't speak one word to him since living here. Not that I didn't try. I left him a note once inquiring when he preferred to do laundry...no reply.
So I left it at that.
I feel a bit odd...I felt a weird feeling each day I went to get the mail this week.
Extra wine tonight.