In apartment 103 lived a nice elderly man named Horace. I literally bumped into him when I was moving into my apartment. My sister was unsure where to park as we unloaded, and carrying in many totes and boxes I propped the front door open. He was trying to leave as I was walking in. He was taller than me, (heck,everyone is taller than my 5 foot 1") and down went the boxes. He apologized and helped me take them inside my apt. He told me that there was NO private parking spots. First come first serve. He did warn me that some tenants had lived here a long time and liked their "spots" a whole lot. I told him not to worry I had NO CAR.. so it would not be a problem for me. I am not the only one here who does not have their own car either. There are many of us. He told me I would LOVE the DART (dial a ride) and that turned out to be true. I do LOVE it. Horace had lived in this complex for many years. He knew everyone here. Margaret, Barbara and he were great pals.
Slowly getting used to the complex and how things get done here. Days were filled with re-doing cabinets and closets and trying to find ROOM.Trying to settle in to my new place. On and on the winter went.. we had a bad one last year..heavy snows what seemed like every day. Five months passed and the beginning of February Horace passed away. He went out to breakfast, as he did frequently, and came home and sat down in his easy chair and passed peacefully. People were in the hallway, Sheriff deputies, paramedics, and family members. Margaret in Apt. 102, had lost her second friend in less than 8 months. I felt so bad for her and for his family. He was a nice man.
This past winter another tenant left our building. A lady this time, and not very old, she died of a massive heart attack in her apartment as paramedics tried to save her.
So far I have lived here three years this summer and have watched people come and go, move in and out and go on their way. Some left this worldly place for their heavenly homes. Lessons learned with each passing.
