jmcvann
Navel Gazer
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- Oct 22, 2006
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I received a Facebook message from a friend of my downstairs neighbor this morning asking if I would check on him because she hadn't heard from him in a while. Long story short: my landlord let me in the apartment and I found him dead in his bedroom, a plastic bag over his head.
I did not see this coming. Not even a little bit. He was always laughing and cheerful. But now I can't stop wondering what else I could have done. We were both fairly solitary people. We spoke mostly in the hall, or on the back porch when one of us would find the other already out there. He was 15 years younger than me, so we didn't hang out together. But maybe if I had gone for a drink with him now again. Or if I just knocked on his door more often.
I'm finding it difficult to write coherently as my head is still spinning over this. Can anyone guide me to a resource to help me deal with the guilt I'm feeling over this? My rational mind is telling me that this clearly isn't my fault, but still...it's just freaking me out.
I did not see this coming. Not even a little bit. He was always laughing and cheerful. But now I can't stop wondering what else I could have done. We were both fairly solitary people. We spoke mostly in the hall, or on the back porch when one of us would find the other already out there. He was 15 years younger than me, so we didn't hang out together. But maybe if I had gone for a drink with him now again. Or if I just knocked on his door more often.
I'm finding it difficult to write coherently as my head is still spinning over this. Can anyone guide me to a resource to help me deal with the guilt I'm feeling over this? My rational mind is telling me that this clearly isn't my fault, but still...it's just freaking me out.
jmcvann
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