My husband took the dog out for a walk this morning. He met our immediate neighbours coming back from mass and they told him that another neighbour, a few doors away from us, had committed suicide. He was 46. My husband didn’t know the man. Our neighbours described the man to my husband, and I immediately knew who it was.
I am fairly sure that the deceased man was on a resident’s committee with me many years ago.
In recent years, I passed him on the way to the shop frequently, and I wondered about him. He looked increasingly, mentally ill and very unhappy.
I’m not going to see him again. But I just wanted to remember him. I don’t even know his name.