Several years ago, my wife and I moved out of the area.
We were looking for a new start, in a new area, and with people of our own age.
Neither my wife or I were really sure we wanted to leave our home, but it was not workable to take it with us. Our daughter took the house and promised that whenever we wanted to come back to the area, there would always be room in the home for us. Last month, my wife passed away after 52 years of marriage. I knew I didn’t want to have to live alone, so I took my daughter up on her offer. She helped turn the back section of the house into a small apartment, complete with an ensuite bathroom. On the third day there, my small grandson asked if I would go for a walk with him? We walked about two blocks and I stopped to look at the changes that had taken place. If memory served me right, I knew there had once been an HVAC company in that area, if not on that same corner. The only reason I was so certain of there being an HVAC company on that corner, that’s because I had worked there for almost 25 years. All of my hopes and dreams have gone into that company, since it is where I met my wife and where I worked. I loved working at the HVAC company, and sometimes I still miss doing that job. The problem with my being a HVAC technician again would be that I couldn’t spend time with my grandson.