And He Cried

When we were married, we ended up with 2 campers. Mike owned a small, old one - maybe 12 feet long, built in the 1950's. He had bought it after a tree fell on it and re-built it, living in it for a while while he was building his house. I had a 24 foot, 2004, with bunk beds and a master bedroom. Obviously, with a family of 4, mine is the one we use. Last year, he had looked into giving his away to someone in exchange for helping with our "Dawdy House" (or for those of you NOT living in Amish country, Mother-In-Law's cottage") building project. Well, the apartment he is building for his parents was put on hold while we got the apartement house done and rented. Now we are back on it, so that man was again contacted. Yes, he was still interested. So, now the camper is gone. I could tell it made Mike sad as we were getting it around to leave, and I think he may have shed a tear as it left the driveway. The end of an era.