Came home last night to find a massive leak under my house that has been leaking for at least a few days. It's a lake under there... and I can no longer physically get under there to fix the leak. The leak is in the most inconvenient place it could be and for now the water is shut off to my house until I can get to it. I sure don't have the money to get it fixed right and no homeowners insurance because my modular house turned thirty three years ago and nobody will insure a m odular home that old anymore no matter how much we pay.
Woke up this morning to dig in to it to find out my Dad had died last night..... :(
Now despite being in shock and mourning, I have to empty out an entire room full of storage containers and boxes because this leak is under the back of the room. Got that done, now resting before I go in there and start cutting into the floor to attempt to fix this leak. Man it's rough to be me today... :(
My Dad was an old school biker to his dying day. He went at life full throttle all the way, and I am surprised he went naturally to be honest. Even at 77 years old he could knock a man out and still hold his own in the bars back in my rough ass hometown and was practically legendary back there for his antics and badassery. He's gonna leave quite a wake of tears on his way out as the news spreads.
My brother threw a fit that I made a post on facebook about it, fearing that the neighborhood jackels will descend on the house and rob it before we get a chance to get in there and sort it all out. That left me feeling like I can't even tell people my Dad died and really hurt my soul, but I understand too.
Dad left 6 hotrods and 7 motorcycles, and my brother found him unexpectedly with his young kids with him, and they idolized my Dad and thought of him as Grampa. Now on top of dealing with this leak and not being able to get under the house due to my physical limitations, I have to somehow figure out how to make a trip to Ohio and help my brother clean out my Dad's house, as I promised him he would not have to deal with that alone. Mom was somewhat of a hoarder, and there is a LOT of stuff in there that needs sorted and dumped, donated and given away.
Man when it rains it pours and I could sure use some positive intent and prayers right now. I am devastated...