NOW: Charlotte

When Sara’s house sold, I felt as if I’d finally buried my best friend. At the same time, I felt as if I were helping her live on, giving new life to the home she’d always seen as a creative extension of herself.

Until that moment, the responsibilities I had as both the executor of her trust and her real estate agent had weighed heavily on me.

Not that I viewed carrying out her wishes as a burden, I was honored. My heart had broken into a hundred pieces as I watched her body gr...