Sadly, the news of my neighbor’s disappearance is not good. His body was discovered this morning at approximately 10:30 a.m. near the pond where we often hike. I happened to be working from home today, so was keenly aware of the circling helicopters overhead. While walking Bella early this morning, we bumped into the K-9 unit dispatched to continue the search for him. After witnessing excessive street traffic (cruisers, EMT rescue, etc), it felt like today might be the day.
And it was.
I’m relieved that they found Bo. I’m sad that they found Bo. I had no relationship with him or his family, but does that really matter? I’m touched by the loss of a man I didn’t know. The loss touches me because I’m human, because he lived four houses away from me, because he was my mother’s age, because he had a family, because he died alone, because he might’ve been afraid or in pain, and…just because.
Because it could've been someone I love.