After my dad's Dish Network password stopped working, I looked up my childhood home to see if the bank has foreclosed on it yet. I suspected if Dante hadn't stopped paying for Dish service last year after Dad died, he probably wouldn't stop paying for it until he completely ran out of money or the bank took the house.
A quick Google search of the address indicated the county was auctioning off the house earlier this month. The bank had foreclosed on the house last month. After the auction, ownership of the house reverted back to the bank, and it appears Dante might still be living there. Which means Dante will probably remain there until someone forces him to leave and locks the place down.
Part of me thinks of the childhood things I left behind in that house and feels weird about someone else going through them when they buy the house as is. But then I remember that Dante started going through and throwing all my things away when he moved back home over a decade ago after our parents divorced and Mom got evicted. My clothes, books, toys, awards, and mementos. Dad said I'd better take some time off work and travel the thousand miles to collect my shit if I wanted any of it because Dante was "cleaning out the house." Hoard photos he sent me later indicate that was a lie, but I don't doubt my things were discarded. His girlfriend's son moved into my old room. I wonder what it looks like now.
I wonder what happened to all the family photos. That was what I asked Dad to have Dante set aside for me when he found them. I wonder if he threw them away or just never got that far in his "cleaning."
Dante has lived in an apartment on his own before, or at least with a roommate, sometime in his late twenties I think. It's been at least a decade since he's had to move or pay rent. I'm not sure if he has a job or how much of Dad's $10k life insurance policy that I transferred to him remains (my guesses are "no" and "very little" respectively). I hope he's doing okay. But I also don't really care.
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