On this the 6th anniversary of Joe’s passing, I thought I would share our house hunting adventure and my prophecy.
In The Beginning
The beginning started in March 1999 after 7 years of apartment dwelling, where we heard our upstairs neighbor’s headboard rapidly banging against the wall several nights a week.
Every Saturday we were out with our realtor and every Sunday we went to open houses. Joe was the driver and I was the navigator as we decided to move to a new city.
This went on for months.
At one point I told Joe if we were not in a house by New Year’s Eve, he could house hunt for himself in 2000 because I was staying in the apartment. I saw several houses that would have made wonderful homes, but they were unacceptable according to Joe’s standards.
Early one July Saturday morning we looked at a 3 bedroom ranch with a covered deck and a big back yard, perfect for a dog. After the showing we stood in the driveway and our realtor asked if we wanted to go write a contract. I said “Yes!” However Joe said “We’ve not eaten yet, so let us go have breakfast and discuss it.” UGH! I wanted to strangle him right then and there. To the local Denny’s for breakfast, we went. It was during the middle of breakfast at Denny’s Joe called and set up an appointment for us to sit down and write a contract. It was accepted and we finally had our first house.
Fast Forward To Sometime After Taking Possession
Shortly after we moved in I mention something about this being our first and last home. He said “You mean, you do not want to build a big, new home someday?”
I told him “No!” “If you want to move into a big, new home, you are moving in with another Mrs. Kearns because this one is staying put right here.”
Fast Forward to 2008 Six years ago today Joe moved into his big, new house in heaven. He now resides with several Mrs. Kearns’ – his mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and all the Mrs. Kearns’ prior to them, while I stay put here in this 3 bedroom ranch with Rommie.
Hmmmmmmm…Sounds like a prophecy fulfilled to me.
2 thoughts on “Anniversary Post: Michele The Prophet”
March 29th must be a good day to move. My husband went to his new home in heaven on March 29th two years ago.
Sorry for your loss Donna. Hopefully you managed to have a good weekend. My attitude went downhill once yet another snowstorm hit on Saturday. Confined to the house was not the way I wanted to spend the weekend.
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