Our almost-90 year old neighbor passed away almost a month ago. He lived alone and had no family or friends left. He rode the 21 downtown every morning. Usually left before 6am and would return as we were headed out to work. If you ride that route, he was the old man that would shuffle aboard at 35th and Kenyon. He still had a thick Czeck accent. He worked at the steel plant his whole life before retiring. As far as we know, he was the only owner of his house, which was built in the late 40s. Not sure why I am writing this other than to say that I hope other people have noticed his absence. He was a sweet man and never bothered anyone. It upsets me to think no one is missing him. But I have come to believe at least that dying in your own home peacefully in your sleep at 90 is pretty much a blessing. We should all be so lucky. RIP Peter. Camila misses you too.
