RE: The great migration (inside my own house)

The work on a house is never finished. When you least expect it and have plans in motion, an unexpected event that was lurking arises, savagely leaping without compassion, relentlessly confronting us.

Several of my friends have crossed the path to eternal rest, and they were excellent people who made this world a kinder place for anyone who was close. I understand the sorrow caused by their dear absences. With all due respect, my condolences for their loss.