My neighbor died yesterday, I didn't know him. Sure I had seen him many times, walking down the steep hill rain, snow, or sunshine, walking to the local convenience store for a rack of beer, which seemed to be his sustenance, I've felt the pull.
Now its not my place to judge, but I did, and now I feel like shit, I'm sure his demons were to much.
I would see him staggering alone, day to night, rarely would I comment aloud. Should I have stepped up, I don't know. What could I have done? Although I saw the spiral down I did nothing what could I have done?
He died alone, in his backyard.
He wasn't old, ten years younger then I, but his liver wasn't as strong.
He had a dog, all black and really friendly, how fitting. I hope in his last moments he was enjoying the love he had for his dog “Sadie”.
Goodbye Mark, I know not your last name, the world was not your cup of tea!