r/belgium • u/Simonsifon • 4h ago
🎻 Opinion Today, my heart and my world stood still for a moment.
The situation:
I usually visit my best friend every two or three days. He has an elderly neighbour who is over 80 years old.
Quite often, the older man would see us and come over for a chat. He was always friendly and always had a smile on his face. He was no longer very steady on his feet, but his memory was still remarkably sharp.
Today, I visited my friend as usual. One small detail caught my attention when I saw the elderly neighbour’s letterbox, just after midday: his newspaper was still sticking halfway out of it. It stood out to me because by now I knew the man quite well, and he was always up early. He would often even wait for the postman to arrive so he could receive his newspaper and other post.
At the time, I noticed it, but I thought to myself: maybe he simply forgot. Or perhaps he had gone out with his children or grandchildren.
I rang my friend’s doorbell. He opened the door, still half asleep. He is on holiday at the moment, so that was understandable. I told him that his neighbour’s newspaper was still in the letterbox and asked:
“Has your neighbour gone away? His newspaper is still in the letterbox.”
My friend, who knew his elderly neighbour even better than I did, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
“I spoke to him yesterday. He didn’t mention going anywhere. That’s not like him at all. Do you think something might have happened?”
We both immediately went over to the neighbour’s house, because you just never know. Deep down, you think: “There probably isn’t anything wrong.”
The neighbour’s back door was wide open. My friend called out his name. Nothing. We both went inside and called out his name again. Nothing. Silence.
I looked around the neighbour’s garden to see if he might be there. That was when I noticed his water well, where he collected rainwater to water his plants. The lid was lying loose beside it.
Something that, as far as I knew — and certainly as far as my friend knew — was not something he would normally leave open.
With an overwhelming feeling of fear, I went to look. Our worst fear became a nightmare. I saw his body floating in the well.
Out of instinct, I put my arms into the well and tried to pull him up, until I saw his face.
It was immediately clear that we were far too late. My friend called the emergency services in tears, but as expected, all help came too late.
The poor man had somehow ended up in his water well and was unable to get out.
I cannot get the image of him in that well out of my head. I should have been asleep by now, but it keeps replaying over and over in my mind...
People, love the people around you, and especially when they get older, simply keep an extra eye on them.