[Always loved this photo of you – your natural jauntiness, your signature bare feet, with a pipe in your mouth at age 18. Maybe it’s just as well that it was physically abused at the bottom of a family photo box – it fits the image.]
Just wanted to let you know that two years and nine months after we said our final good-byes, we finally sold your house yesterday. Yes, it was a long, tortuous process that continued to the end – even closing was delayed five hours by yet another paperwork snafu. Your eldest son has drafted a long missive for the Echo regarding this latter day version of Jessica Mitford’s The American Way of Death, the bureaucratic labyrinth families must endure to close even an unambiguous estate. But it’s done now. Angie and Tom Anderson bought the house – you would like them.
We celebrated, of course. And offered a toast to you. To let you know that finally – finally – you were able to pass on your assets to your “kids.”