We were visited by the police today asking everyone in our neighborhood about the man we have lived next door to for 3 years now. I have met the man once when I went to introduce myself and we say hi when he is actually outside of his house. He suffers from some ailment that keeps him pretty much home bound. I think something happened because there have been police, firemen, and now people in masks. I feel like the worst neighbor ever. It just breaks my heart that he was alone in that house when we were so close and we had no idea something may have been wrong. This really makes me think about the people who live around us and how we barely know anyone on our street. We know Mrs. Butler to the left of our house, Mrs. Rhonda down the street because her bad dog Sasha like to come visit us when she runs away, and our sweet neighbors Maggie, Molly, and Trey but besides that and chatting with the man who drives the motorcycle and parks his truck in front of our house (He is a very nice older man) we know no one. That makes me sad and hopefully someday we will get to know our neighbors better.