This was the house I grew up in:
And here it is today:
Demo'd to make a parking lot.
I knew it was coming, I did.
But I wasn't prepared enough.
As I drove past the ruins this morning, my heart sank. My heart cried. I cried. I sobbed.
I have so many memories of my house. MY house.
I have photos of my first day home from the hospital after I was born...in that house.
I have photos of my first day of kindergarten...in that house.
I have photos from the night before my wedding...in that house.
I have photos of years worth of Christmas Eve celebrations...in that house.
I have photos of my mom and I...in that house.
And now there's nothing.
...but a lonely bird house...
Which I now have.
It's all I have. They never called me. They said they would. They said they would let me in one last time.
But they didn't.
So now all I have left is the memories. The memories of my house...
...which is gone forever.