Late last year, I worked on an Estate sale, that was very close to my heart. It didn’t start out the way most Estates do. I actually met with the lady twice before she passed away. She knew it was coming, and she wanted to be involved in the process. She wanted to know how her home sale would be handled. She wanted to supervise the staging. She wanted to leave a good legacy for her three daughters. She had a plan.
This lady also happened to be the Mother of one of my oldest and bestest friends.
My job is to guide my clients through the legalities, the strategies, the market, the money, and often most importantly, the mental process involved in making that move. It’s an honour, a privilege, and a responsibility that I don’t take lightly.
In this case though, instead of ME guiding HER, SHE guided ME through my own emotional process, and she did it with amazing grace.
Not only will I cherish this extra special experience, but, she gifted me with one of her beautiful paintings that will forever remind me of her creative free spirit, in life, and in death.