Heartbreaking

Last night we were sitting around watching tv after Abby had gone to bed. The doorbell rings. I go to the door but I don't recognize the lady. She introduces herself. Turns out she's the original owner of the house. She's there because she's curious if we want to sell it back to her. She's been having a very hard time with the transition. In fact, she's been sick since July and has lost 40 pounds. She must have asked us 3 or 4 times if we were sure we didn't want to sell it back to her. She was nearly in tears the entire time. We tried to comfort her but there's so little we can do - especially since she's basically a stranger to us.

I wish there was something we could do for her. Other than selling the house of course.