A Mother's Love and Strength Knows No Limits
Last summer a dear friend of mine reached out and said she had a referral for me and that it would be an emotional sale. She asked if she could take me over to the house when they were in town. We went around the corner from her house and I met Jenny and Mary for the first time.
It turns out they were the mother and daughter of the seller who had suddenly passed away at a very early age. As I sat down on the couch to talk with them tears started to flow down Jenny, his Moms face. She explained that she used to come into town and stay with her son for a few months at a time. Helping him take care of his children, the house, and just enjoying his company. When she wasn’t in town they spoke multiple times a day. In January of last year she couldn’t reach him, she tried every ten minutes and knew something was wrong. She and her daughter Mary drove 12 hours knowing what they were going to find wasn’t good. When they arrived at the house she found her son on the floor, he had succumbed to what they would soon find out was a severe heart attack. Adding even more pain to her grieving heart; he was set to have heart surgery the following Thursday. Seeing the pain on her face months and months later made my heart ache for her. She had already lost her husband years prior to a heart attack and now she had lost her son.
We worked closely together for the next few months and I listed the home in September. With Jenny and Mary not being local they looked to me to properly prepare the home for sale without their presence and I couldn’t have been more honored to do it for them. I liked them so much, I'd do anything for them. I always felt a sense of warmth when I walked into the home. You could tell there were many happy memories made there. They certainly didn’t need anything extra on their plate but, unfortunately the first contract fell through due to the buyer not meeting the deadline for their 1031 tax exchange. Back on the market we went and in less than a day we had a full price offer but, this time it was from a first time home buyer who was planning on raising his family there. He had been in DC working and saving to be able to move his family down from another state. It was like the first contract had fallen apart for a reason – that buyer was planning on renting the home. Even though Jenny knew financially it was the right thing to do I could hear the hurt in her voice when she said to accept the first offer knowing that her beloved sons home would just be an investment.
Four days before closing we found out that Jenny would have to appear before the court to be properly appointed as a trustee in order to the sell the home. Our plan for me to be her power of attorney to avoid her having to fly in wasn’t going to work. There was a quirk in her son’s will that her estate attorney hadn't caught. At over 70 years old she hopped on a plane with 24 hour notice, I met her at the airport, and off to the courthouse we went. The estate attorney expected her to go by herself and there was no chance I was going to let her do that. We could have delayed closing but, she didn’t want that for the new buyers and insisted it was her job to carry out her son’s wishes in his will just as she’d been appointed to do. She spent the night in a hotel, I took her to closing and then back on a plane she went. We both cried when I dropped her off at the airport to go home.
The bond that was created between the two of us was far more than just a client and an agent. She became my friend and is someone I deeply admire. No parent should ever have to bury their child, much less find them dead on the floor. Although the transaction was based around tragedy and sadness I will always remember it because of how much love came out of it. Jenny is a survivor and the love she had for her son gave her strength. She gave me so much praise for my help but, anytime I think about the transaction it’s her who deserves the praise. To have so much love and be so strong despite all the tragedy life had dealt her is something I’ll never forget.
This is an entry into Lisa Von Domek’s February Contest