Two years ago, my neighbor died. He loved living in our building and had an extensive social network that kept him happy and involved on many fronts. Then COVID came along, and he thought he had contracted COVID and went to see his doctor. It wasn’t COVID; it was lung cancer. He kept a positive outlook, followed the treatment protocol, and was happily cured. Then unexpectedly, he developed heart issues and, within a short time, died in the condominium he so dearly loved.
His adult daughters held a celebration of life for him and heard many heartwarming stories about the wonderful times and people he had touched on his journey through a long career that took him to many states and cities and added many names to his Rolodex.
His unit was left empty, and an eviction process was started. Today, the Sheriff’s Department posted the 24-hour eviction notice, and normally all his personal possessions would be left at the curb for 24 hours before being taken away for trash pickup. I worked with the representative of the lending institution, the Sheriff’s Department, and the locksmith to meet legal guidelines while also showing a measure of respect for the person who so strongly brought joy and peace to so many people. Soon, a new family will move in, bringing joy and new memories as life goes on.
