I became very fond of an older gentleman who lives here. He always had a smile and he loved to tease one and all. He always very loudly asked me if I would bring him back a beer. I would reply, "No!", just as loudly. Sometimes I'd tell him I'd bring him back water or root beer.

He was always outside when I'd leave and he wasn't there today. I thought he might be with his daughter. He died this morning of a heart attack.

His name was Ernie and I will miss him so very much.

I know I live in an apt. bldg. for the disabled and elderly, and that people pass on, but it seems like every older person I become attached to dies...

Jan