Just got the call that the bank officially foreclosed on my
parent’s home today. I know this is in
theory a good thing. I know this is
something that had to happen. I know
that this is progress. But I can’t help
but want to sob uncontrollably. My dad
worked SO hard to keep that home.
Normally I would have called someone, cried for a bit,
chatted about a different subject and felt better. But I can’t right now.
I will be fine in the end of this. I know this to be true. But I can’t help but miss the ability to make
that phone call.
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