She's in my neighborhood... Her house is about a five minute drive from our home. It wasn't about the money--"a million dollars"--but about the fact that she *had* what she wanted, her home. And no amount of money could provide what she wanted but didn't yet have, the chance to die in the same home where her mother died. She did get that, eventually.
In a refreshing show of humanity, the project manager of the huge construction project that *dominates* her property, befriended the little old lady. He eventually cooked meals for her, checked in on her daily, drove her to the doctor. I'm gratified to learn that there are people, still, who can be civil while being on opposite sides of a given situation.
The picture above does not do justice to the claustrophobic mismatch of these two properties. I'll take some pics if anyone's interested.
I'm also relieved that this situation didn't devolve into an eminent domain/takings debacle. Not everything has a price. Or, perhaps, some prices are so dear that all parties agree they're too high.
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