The coroner performed an autopsy and figures the man was there for about two weeks dead before he was found. A neighbor had not seen him for a while and called the police and when they entered the house, it was obvious.
How very sad. Yet another realization what a precious and special gift my family is. This is not the first time this has dawned on me, only the latest.
When I hear neighbors and other friends talk about how their parents are divorced and don't speak to each other, or they themselves haven't talked to a parent or sibling in years (by mutual consent) it makes me see my family as special and not run of the mill.
By run of the mill I don't mean humm-drum, I mean growing up I thought everyone had a family like mine.
Families are meant to be around for each other, and children are not supposed to start from scratch.
Even when I was half-way around the world, I always felt close to my family. Even now, I have famly half-way across the world; family I have not met I feel close to them.
When you are born all you have is your family, and pray when you pass from this earth you still have family.