My lovely soft compassionate Mum has asked me to speak to her neighbour but I don’t feel its my place, I met him only once a few years ago.
His wife has died, suddenly, October, while Mum was away and has
not seen him to speak to since.
She told me she hears the most awful noises, a cross between a groan
and a bellow, she wasn’t exaggerating when describing this, the only noise from
next door she can hear, now I can hear it too, earlier it sounded like a roar, through the adjoining wall of the sitting rooms, over the music we were playing.
But its upsetting Mum and I can see (hear) why, its alarming, she wonders about his wellbeing, mental health.
His daugnter visits Sundays, perhaps Mum could speak to her. Neighbour is animated when daughter visits then howling when she has left.
I will not hear this as I too will be on my way home.
I understand why Mum may feel awkward about speaking to her neighbour directly
but feel she should. Poor man,
I asked Mum was this a grief sound, well of course it is.
She said, before the wife died she only ever heard them laughing, talking
and singing.
Mum was only ever on Hello terms with them, not close.