Sixty-One Days before the first foreclosure notice arrives.
"Back at work in 11 days. Not by choice."
Marcus died on a Wednesday. He was 43. Cardiac event. Gone by the time the paramedics arrived.
His wife was back at work eleven days later. Not because she'd processed anything, because the mortgage was due and she was the only income left in the house.
They'd talked about getting covered. They just kept putting it off. The car needed work. The kids had camp. A $44/month decision that never made it to the top of the list.
Sixty-one days after the funeral, the first foreclosure notice arrived. The kids changed schools twice that year. She sold the house in month nine.
The mortgage didn't care that she was still grieving. Neither did the bank. For $44 a month, the house would have stayed. The kids would have stayed. So would she.