One hour

The house is gone. It was demolished yesterday. It was built in a time where they took a damn long time to build a house so that it was strong and done right. It took them one hour to rip it all down.

I don’t know whether I feel like crying or throwing up or alternating between both.

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17 thoughts on “One hour

  1. Awww, Sherry I know just how you feel. My grandparents house is gone and I still ache, years later and long to be able to at least drive by and imagine my grandma standing on the front porch. Thank God I still have the memories and the photos for those times!

  2. 🙁 Must be such an awful feeling. At least you have photos and memories of all the great times there.

  3. I’m so sorry, Sherry. I know how much that house meant to you, and how you wished you could have taken it over yourself. *hugs*

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