Wednesday afternoon I came home and the coroner was parked across the street. Apparently my neighbor died of a heart attack probably about a week ago. Some of his friends were concerned, contacted the police and checked it out. He was dead for a week or so.
I saw the body being carted off in a gurney in an unmarked gray van.
Oh well. As someone once said, you'll eventually see an orthopedic doctor or a cardiologist. How you live your life depends on which one you see.
My neighbor was a nice enough guy, but he lived a rather sedentary life. Eventually all that stuff catches up with you. Hope he is in a better place.
And that brings us full circle to: friends. Honestly, I hope my friends do look for me if I disappear for awhile. I don't want to be found accidentally as bones somewhere...
You can't take it all with you, and all you have left is really the memories.