Well Dad got control of my childhood home despite never having lived there himself, and is planning to sell it and the car to our longtime next door neighbor. I'm going to lose a shed that I paid for for my grandmother as a Christmas gift.
I'm praying someone, somewhere will see this and step in and save it all. All the the house needs is repairs. My heart has been shattered into a million pieces.
I lived there 29 years sharing love and memories with her. And now I'm being torn away from it.
Crying helps, but it doesn't solve the problem.