I live in a basement apartment, beneath a very sweet grandma-ish woman who is hard of hearing.
Today, I come home and the place feels different, I picked up on it instantly. You know that feeling you get when it seems like someone was in your stuff, but you can’t prove it… it is just a feeling? This was that.
A few hours later, my phone rings, and this woman upstairs is calling me. She tells me that if I am hearing strange noises upstairs (?) that I shouldn’t be worried about it, because it was just her grieving over her husband who passed away a few days ago.
Her husband has been living with Parkinson’s in a nursing home for the last five years or so, and the lady upstairs spends every day there with him. She told me that in a way she felt relieved, but that it was just so “final.”
What do you say in situations like this? I offered my condolences, and offered to help out with anything she needed, but the whole thing just feels really… heavy. I have never met this man, and the lady upstairs and I have spoken only a handful of times, mainly pleasantries. Yet her grief left me feeling really sad.
Explains why this apartment feels different.