Jeff Brown would think I’m long, long overdue. Brian Brady, in his staccato voice, would let me know it’s all good. Greg Swan would smile. “He’s finally taking the step.”
All of you are in the business, both financially and personally, of real estate. As the years go by you literally create a real estate family around yourself. These family members include real people such as your TC, your title gal, your beloved escrow person, assorted very highly qualified lenders, associates with whom you like to exchange ideas and sometimes just BS with, and yes, even your web site(s).
I can’t see or talk with Greg every day, or most all of you, so the Bloodhound Blog becomes an appendage to our relationship. I see what’s on your mind. I hear what concerns you. I ponder your thoughts, your rationales, your pain and your ribaldry. And if I’m fortunate enough, some of you will come to know me through what I write, or perhaps through my site.
So it may come as a surprise to have me admit, and for anyone who knows how hard it is to become a welcomed writer to the Bloodhound community, that during this past year I have had to slowly watch a death in the family. Well, really two deaths as you’ll see later on.
First, my father-in-law, Dave McGregor, an 84-year-old retired engineer, WWII veteran, and subsequent farmer who took up residence in Staunton, Virginia, came down with Alzheimer’s disease this past year. He became unable to drive, and he and mom moved out to San Diego to live with Beth and me. That happened in September. It was hard on them. Although just in the mid stages of Alzheimer’s, Dave seemed to be doing well enough, and was adjusting to his new life here when on Christmas Eve he took ill and was admitted to the hospital. Seven days later, on New Year’s Eve, we took him home to our place again, but this time with a diagnosis of CLL (Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia), and a need for immediate hospice. Twenty-three days later, oxygen machines humming in the Read more
