Vincent is our 82 or 83 year old neighbor. He lives alone and is always busy doing something, whether it be making sure that his hedges are completely uniform in shape or mowing his grass semi-compulsively. Lately, we hadn't been seeing much of ol' Vince-O. There just hasn't been as much yard maintenance needed. Yesterday, his son-in-law came over to tell us that Vincent had been walking with his girlfriend at the mall and out of the blue, passed out. So he's in the hospital, frustrated as I can imagine, getting tests done.
I feel a bit guilty, not having brought V. any baked goods recently or visiting to see his Christmas decorations. I'm comforted that he has a 75 year old lady, that challenges him to walk quickly and embrace life.