I've heard this before, but never really thought it was true, that a house will miss its owners when they leave. I honestly am starting to believe that the only reason the house I grew up in is still standing is that my dad loved it. Now that he's gone its falling down around our ears. Its kind of spooky.
We knew there were some problems with the house even before dad went into the hospital, but it was all completely managable. He was going to fix it. And we never guessed they were quite as extensive as they are now.
It started with a couple of leaks. The upstairs toilette was leaking or something into the ceiling above the downstairs bathroom. Not too hard to fix, but it went on for a while because mom and I were at the hospital and didn't notice it. So now the upstairs bathroom's floor is sinking. Nothing too terrible, its not like its actually going to fall through, yet.
Then there is the weird spots in the middle of the house where the ceiling is just falling off. But there really isn't all that much of that.
Lastly, the piece de resistance, half of the ceiling in the kitchen fell off this morning. Not like the floor fell through and there's a hole... well actually, since its on a part of the house that doesn't have a second level, you can see through to daylight. The biggest problem is that the roofers haven't had time to come fix the places where the shingles had blown away in a winter storm.
I'm starting to think it might be time to buldoze and run, but I Know mom won't agree.