Little story: When I was in real estate back in Texas, my favorite client was a private land owner who sometimes needed a realtor to help sell some property. He was gracious, intelligent... everything one looks for in a customer and client- a gentleman. I was devastated to hear the news he had suffered a major heart attack while overexerting himself alone on his property. That land was to be his retirement paradise. No one knew anything. His wife found him too late and his body was too far gone for pretty words. She told me later that she couldn't believe it. That in the refrigerator, the half donut he had left from breakfast was still wrapped up in foil... Living in the middle of nowhere, most of the time alone, that memory is a reminder. Still, with half a dozen things on my mind simultaneously, I need more reminders. Even if I don't respond to posts, I do feel the impact. Jena you hang in there.
