I'm not.alone in blame. There are other neighbors, waitresses, family, and even himself. In fact, let me rationalize away the guilt and say it was mostly his fault. He could have made friends, volunteered, or introduced himself, but he didn't. or couldn't.
He waited two weeks for someone to miss him enough to check on him. In the end it was a full mailbox that lead to my conversation with the police. It was from them, after two years of living next to him, that I learned his name.
Again, not really my fault. I just kind of keep to myself after work, don't really talk to anyone, never have my phone on, which doesn't really matter since no one has the number. Nothing I could have done differently would have saved him from his fate.
