Ben
and I went to the beach, there were crazy bugs along the sand so we had to escape to the rocky cliffs above - the sun shining through the clouds was incredible and
ethereal, hard not to make connections to some other place.
We
sat and I read my book on grief and cried and we came back home in time for John. John the agent had arranged to meet us at our home (being an
easter Friday). He walked in with flowers and a card and I started
crying.
We
signed the contract and I hope I remembered to thank him.
He
told us that there were actually two higher bidders but we had gotten
it because of our contracts great terms (thanks Dad). A developed
had offered 310 (we offered the list price of 299). They didn't want
to deal with a developer. There was another young couple who had
offered 299,110. But our terms won out in the end.
It's
an incredible story. Dad was helping us right to the end and beyond.
I told Ben he would be so happy how it all worked out. Happy smug.
A
property, a developer wanted, a property we got at the perfect price.
A
miracle.
Intense gratitude for it all.
Intense gratitude for it all.
/I'll
be sharing a series of diary entries two weeks around my Dad's death
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