Hard to accept it's anything but the worst

For over a month or so I've been in semi-denial that the Down's Syndrome rock-out dude from across the street might have died --or been permanently institutionalized at best.

His bedroom window is nearly directly across the street from our windows. I used to watch him daily rock out to tunes likely blaring from his trusty headphones.

A few weeks ago his room seemed to be cleared out and now the blinds have been down and shut since. I never see a light.

There are still the same people living in the apartment. The living room hasn't changed much, though there seems to be some kind of change. The lighting is different. I keep hanging on to the thought that for some reason he had to move.

I don't really believe this. I just want to.

Rock on dude.