Gemotions

He had to sit down. The news had hit him like a physical blow, leaving him winded. The building wasn’t just bricks and mortar; it was a living, breathing entity, full of shared history, laughter, and loss. He felt for old Mr. Henderson who had lived there for over thirty years.

He found himself wandering the familiar hallways, his hands in his pockets, pausing in front of each apartment door, as if memorizing the details. He noticed a fresh, red flower in the communal vase in the lobby. He would make an extra effort to water the plants.

He knew he couldn’t single-handedly stop the condo conversion, but he could make sure the goodbyes were heartfelt, the memories cherished. He would make himself available to help pack.