Anxiety was my companion most of the day. I knew I would go to the CARE Center for a Memorial Service but dreaded the experience. Fourteen-&-one-half months since I was evicted.  My “dread” was less than my willingness to be “there” for a lady-friend, the widow. ~~~ I immersed myself in Ancestry all day, trying to blot out the intended appointment. Gratefully, kind thoughtful friends greeted me; antagonist’ avoided me. A beautiful service for a friendly, generous old gentleman.