A Labor of Love
We lost our first home during the housing collapse. Both my husband and I grew up in rentals, so home ownership was a big deal for us both. It took several years, but after a long search, we found our dream home—a beautiful affordable cabin in the woods.
The previous owner of the house had lost his life in a motorcycle crash. The house had been on the market for years. Prior to our closing, I dreamt that the previous owner had left me a fruit basket and a handwritten card that read, “Take care of it for me”.
When we moved in, I found vintage mason jars with fruit baskets etched on them. That first year it seemed whenever we needed something like a simple tool or screw to fix stuff in the house, it would just turn up in the shed or in a cabinet. The previous owner had built the house with his own two hands.
He converted it from an old hunting cabin into a four-bedroom house. It was a labor of love for him. In any case, one day, we decided to finally research about his accident. He passed three years before we moved in, on the exact day that we lost our first house. Story credit: Reddit / whitebith