For those of you who have followed my blog for any amount of time, you know that a year and a half ago I lost my (28 year old) baby brother.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago, mom and dad were on vacation and I was house and dog sitting. Well, I thought they had an under slab leak, as all of the sudden there was a puddle in the living room! I totally freaked out, and spent hours trying to figure out where the water was coming from. I finally traced it back to an ice maker that is supposed to be turned off.
However, I got the water cleaned up, the ice maker turned off and we thought all was fine.
Until the wood floors in the kitchen / breakfast room started warping. Apparently the water had been leaking under the kitchen / breakfast nook floor for several weeks before it even made it to the living room.
Needless to say, this Saturday morning we ended up spending time pulling up the wood panels in the worst areas. We got a big section pulled up and hauled out to the truck and as Mr. T was rolling up the thermal barrier, he goes “Look, there is Lee”
And we all stopped – and not going to lie – I was looking for a ghost!
Not a ghost:
Lee would have been about 17 when he wrote this on the concrete under the new floor. It was a wonderful surprise to find in the middle of less than pleasant circumstances.
He is still with us.