Several weeks have passed since I last wrote. On the condo front, things continue to move forward. I must say, the professionals I've worked with, including mortgage specialists, bankers, insurance professionals, realtors, have been exceptionally helpful and efficient. I'm impressed and oh so grateful.
As of this writing, the closing is scheduled for next week.
I couldn't wait to tell my breakfast buddy about finding a condo so close to my family. When I returned to my current home and expected to see him at breakfast (where we've been eating together every day for the past ten years), he wasn't there. No worries, he probably has an appointment.
The next day, he still wasn't around. He's running late, I thought. Our mutual friend arrived and I could immediately see that something was terribly wrong.
While I was out of town, our friend had gone to the doctor for test results. The results were not good.
More than three weeks have gone by. My breakfast friend (really, so much more than that), has entered the hospital, has undergone humiliating and painful tests, and is now at the county nursing home. His spirits are good, he is being well cared for, and he now know how many people respect and love him.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to show him photos of the condo I hope to buy. A smile! A real smile along with a hearty grasp of my hand.
Healing. For both of us.
