Pamela & Christopher
It is an increasingly familiar dilemma for our (“sandwich”) generation. When my mother moved from her condominium into assisted living, it fell to us to empty and sell her condo. Like so many of her contemporaries who lived through the Depression, my mother had been a lifelong hoarder. We began sorting through the endless piles of boxes and the overflowing closets. And then, following a January freeze and a burst water pipe, the situation precipitously worsened. Much of the place had to be gutted and rebuilt. We thought we would never get out from under this monster. Enter Charleen Warner. As we grew more and more frustrated with the process of rebuilding and tired of waiting for calls and emails to be answered, she ran interference for us with the contractors, the insurance representative, and the condo association. Later Charleen found homes for large tables and bookcases and helped carry trash to the dumpster. She located someone to cart awkward items of junk to the dump and salvageable items to the “swap shop.” As soon as the rebuilt walls were painted and the wood flooring replaced, she rearranged the bits of remaining furniture and held open house showings. Charleen encouraged us through the never-ending process of preparing the condominium for sale and guided potential buyers through banking hurdles. She was our ever-patient big sister and good friend. I never heard a word of complaint. We were frequently discouraged, but not Charleen. In the end she got us through an onerous and oft-rescheduled closing. Thank you, Charleen. We couldn’t have survived the process without you.