The Check Is In The Mail

We have all heard that one a time or two and in fact some of us may have used the term a time or two but in this case the check is really in the mail.

We have finally sold one of our houses. Because we live four hours away we did our signing a few weeks ago. Our realtor is representing us to day at the official signing. One down and one to go. This is the one that we really wanted to go however as the other is much less expensive to have to hold on to. Taxes and insurance are next to nothing as compared to the StPeter property that just sold.

I really have to give our Realtor a plug. KC works out of the StPeter ReMax office and does a fabulous job especially given our rotten real estate market. He uses every selling tool available to him, explains the selling process so that you understand why he is recommending what ever it is that he may recommend in regards to how best to market your home. He does a boat load of leg work making the process of selling (and I suspect buying) a house pretty stress free. I have known KC for a long time and totally trust him and recommend him to others without hesitation. If your selling or buying consider giving KC a call. below is their website:

http://www.judyconroy.com/

My friend and gardening mentor Mary and her dog Yoni are coming up to spend the 4th of July weekend with us. Mary has done Tackla daycare for us a couple of times. So in preparation for her visit I have been busy cleaning up my gardens! Most give their houses a good cleaning prior to visitors. I on the other hand, especially with this particular visitor, give my gardens a good cleaning. Well I may have cleaned the house a little but mostly the garden. Pretty pathetic huh?

From time to time I have asked that you think of Becky H who is a gal from my hometown (Nicollet) and is battling cancer for the second time around. Becky has fought her fight with the strength and faith that most of us would hope that we have when the time comes. I contacted my friend Jan to ask that her and Mikey send some prayers Becky's way and this was Jan's response:
She has been through more than most of us could ever stand. Through her struggles she has touched thousands of lives; not all of us get that opportunity. I pray that God is merciful to her and her loved ones.
Very well said Jan and thank you.
Becky was admitted to the hospital yesterday as she was just not feeling well after a round of chemo. It is hoped that she will be able to go home today and continue her fight. I hope so as well. However her journey does provoke thought...when do you know that it is just time to let life take it's course? I am certainly not a religious/church going person but I do believe in a higher being or power. I hate the thought of 'giving up' and perhaps it would not be 'giving up' but allowing life to take it's course? I don't know but I just have been thinking about it since reading Becky's Caring Bridge Post and felt the need to type it out.

It also brings my Mom's last days right out there again for me. We knew it was her time (although I still to this day wonder what in the hell I could have/should have done differently to keep her with us longer...). As most know she was with us for her last days and passed at our home. I would not trade that for anything as it was a peaceful experience. At one point we all gave mom permission to go if that is what she needed to do. Lenny, David and I were with her. She apologized for leaving us and we assured her that we would be OK that she would always be with us. I guess I would hope that my loved ones would give me that same 'permission' to let go if I needed to let go and assure me that they would be OK. (Perhaps it is what Becky needs???) My mom passed during the night while I was by her side. I had dozed off in her bed with her woke up and just knew that I needed to move to the chair that sat beside her bed. I dozed in that chair and a short time later, while asleep, I dreamt, or saw, two angle like beings float down joining hands with a third angle that was waiting and they floated into the light. I immediately woke up and mom was gone...I am thinking that this will be a melancholy day for me. Perhaps I need to get in the garden and get my hands and feet dirty.