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Edited on Fri Oct-24-08 02:31 PM by dawgmom
It's something of a morality tale (we reap what we sow) and a horror story, all at the same time.
My best friend has a friend who is originally from the Czech Republic. Their family came to the States in the late 60s, I think after the Russians invaded Cz. Her father was a terrible person; cold, manipulative, abusive both physically and sexually. The parents divorced, and the kids had very limited contact with him in later years. However, one of the daughters had started to reach out to him in small tentative ways in the 90s, and so contact had been re-established perhaps once or twice a year. Anyway...she happened to know that he was planning an extended trip back to Europe, and so when six months passed without hearing from him, it wasn't that unusual. After a year passed, however, she grew concerned. And after about 18 months, she went to the house, peered in the windows, could see nothing. She spoke to a neighbor, who said he had been mowing the lawn for her father, and had thought it odd that he hadn't seen the guy, but just figured he'd stayed longer than expected in Europe.
So, she called the police. They came out and met her there, and entered the home. The cop backed up onto the porch the minute he stepped inside, and made the daughter stay outside. She said that the stench of death was so strong, she could smell it even with the door open for just a moment. Anyway, to fast forward -- her father was dead on the kitchen floor, and had been dead for probably a year (although there was so little of him left, it was just an estimate -- the remains were nearly skeletal). The place was overrun with mice (use your imagination). We all learned a new term -- "unattended death" -- which is used by the police. Evidently, a fairly common occurrence.
The thing about it that always resonated for me was that this miserable man died on his kitchen floor and rotted there, and there wasn't a soul in the world other than the daughter he had abused when she was a child who even cared enough to wonder where he had gone, or to check on him. Gives one pause, no?
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