My purpose

I want to share with you what gets me out of the bed in the morning, and what inspires me to help my clients find their homes.

In 2003, my father was diagnosed with short term dementia that evolved into Alzheimer’s.

Most noteworthy, My father was a handyman’s handyman, the type of guy that could fix anything. Broken light switch? He’d rewire it. Busted car strut, he’d replace it. Knock a hole in the kitchen wall, and he’d be there with plaster and trawl. However, as he got older, he started to lose the desire to do anything because he couldn’t remember his tasks. He’d stop mid-project, forgetting what the next step was and I could see him, struggling to place what should happen next. The look on his face of frustration at losing these basic tasks was heartbreaking to our family.

And he wasn’t the first family member to suffer memory issues. My grandfather passed away when I was young and at the time of his passing, he was unable to remember me, my brother, my cousins. He passed with his grandkids being little more than strangers to him. I watched my aunts and uncles suffer, and watched family care for them as they slipped away.