This morning, I woke up to loud banging outside my door. Like, LOUD banging. I get up and see some people down the hall, banging on my neighbors door. There's other people screaming outside of that neighbors window also. So I'm all confused, wondering where my mom and step dad are. As if on cue, my mother comes through the door. She tells me that her and my step dad were up early this morning, and they thought that something was rotting. As she was on her way into the building, a maintenance worker asked her when was the last time we saw our elderly neighbor. His family members were here, and they called the cops to break into the house to check on him. He died, all alone inside his apartment. I'm not sure what the medical cause is, the medical examiner isn't even here yet to legally declare him dead. In my opinion, I think he died of a broken heart. His long-time girlfriend recently died after a long bout with illness. They were both older people, and relied on each other for just about everything. After she passed about a month or so ago, he began to stay inside much more often.
In all honesty though, I don't know too much about the man. Hell, I don't even know his name! Which, makes me sad. I mean, how much do we really know about the people living around us? Back in the days, our families lived in communities. Now, we just live in neighborhoods. Ever changing, due to gentrification and the deterioration of family bonds in general makes me sure that I'm not the first person to be living next door to a dead human being without even being aware of it. So, his death has inspired me. I'm going back to my roots, community activism. Even have an event tonight. This is too unsettling to not fix
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