Flying into another year, there appears on the plate many important issues. One thing brings it into focus though.
Two floors below, a building superintendant passed away on New Year's Day from natural causes. I do not know his surname for he was one of those people who maintained an arm's length relationship with the tenants. We called him “Rick”.
I only found out about this on Tuesday this week. And its all sad.
What was stunning was that he was only around 48 years of age. I had seen him earlier in that holiday week walking to the store. The ever present cigarette smoldering, hanging from the corner of his mouth.
The only things we knew about him. He owned a tattoo business. He had two Harlies wintering in the basement where he lived. He had a daughter somewhere out west. That is about all. No funeral, no memorial and no one wanted to adopt his Rottweiler.
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"And its all sad."
So say we all...
"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee..."
~John Donne
Meditation 17
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
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