Monday morn, April 11, began like all my mornings….
While a cup of Earl Grey tea by Twinning’s brew’s, I jog around my first floor 5 to 6 times. When brewed to my expectations, I ascend the steps carefully steadying the cup to save every delicious morsel. Walk into my bedroom to a cozy Queen Anne soft red settee for a bit of journaling in the morning sun. After an hour, I jump into the shower etc. etc.
By 10 I arrived at an estate appointment to chat with the lady owner and to view the contents for a possible sale in June. Lady H. opened the door and immediately hugged me! (I’d never met her before our phone call two weeks prior.) Then as quickly as she hugged me, she let go and began showing me her well groomed first floor and lower level rooms. We sat to chat, then upstairs to go over the contract when she received a phone call concerning her garbage disposal. To this point she hadn’t told me anything of her family at all, however she stated she was to move to Naples, Fl.
Her conversation of the disposal with Sears ended with an appointment the following day to fix it. I didn’t want to appear nosy, but I felt I needed to check the reset button and asked if I could. She knew nothing of it. I knelt down, pushed the button and asked for something to grind up. I threw in a number of crackers and viola! It worked!
I stood and again, she hugged me, but this time it was a bear hug, which unearthed a multitude of tears from her trembling 85-year old, thin frame. I wondered if she recently lost her husband and asked if he had. Yes, he died in January, she said and then added, I don’t have anyone here anymore. I don’t have anyone. She continued to hug me. It was sweet, but awkward. The hug literally lasted three to four minutes.
Once she released her hold, she never apologized for the awkwardness of it all.
I felt special somehow and glad I could help.
Again, knowing nothing of why she chose Naples, Fl, I `felt’ she was to live with or near her son. Why the son? I just had a feeling.
She looked at me stunned and said, why yes, how did you know?
I blurted out, I just felt it.
Again, she hugged me. I presumed for the fortuitousness or providence of the day.
We stepped into the very tidy garage. Again, something nudged me from within…ask if she has a real estate agent…so I did!
Well, she began, I spoke to a man who said he could liquidate my estate, sell my villa and get rid of what’s leftover after the sale. He could do it all.
I knew in my heart it was a broker in her area that is known for his shyster-ness way’s…is that a word? I told her I didn’t want to talk badly of anyone, however he has handled estate sales in the past, sold items to customers who needed to pick up their item/s later and never responded to their calls. Stole their money and went on to the next sale. He is no longer allowed on the online estate sales links. I had to tell her and did.
Again she hugged me, but this time said, I think you were sent to me today, from above.
I nodded in agreement with a promise to return when she needed my assistance.
I drove away with a wonderful feeling of worth to another.
Grand indeed is that feeling!