Stop the Presses!!! I hadn’t told my new landlord about my son passing away, but someone else did. He just called ad said that he and his brother would be here Monday to help. My daughter scraped up enough to rent a U-Haul for one day. Things are starting to fall into place.
When we first moved into our current home, we were renting from a little old lady. She collected the rent and her grandson took care of maintenance. She owned every house on this block. She also owned several other houses scattered around this town. But she wanted to retire so she sold this block to an investment company and gave the rest of the houses to her grandson. It turns out that her grandson is going to be my new landlord.
And as I’m typing this screed, A young man I’ve never met called to say that he will be here Monday. His grandfather used to live next door to us. My son used to mow the old man’s yard and do other odd bits for him, all at no charge.
I suppose I should be happy that thing are working out.
Do yourselves and your family a favor. Send each other voicemails telling each other how much you love them. Andrew hated using the phone and refused to leave messages.
I’d give my right arm if I could just hear his voice again.