"This building cannot be used for human habitation". What shocking words! This "building" where so many memories were made over many years. This home that was so loved and cared for. This place that was once occupied by a family who loved and respected each other, now seized by authorities and its newer occupants probably in jail somewhere for illegal drug manufacturing activity.
When my husband called his mother to tell her what we had discovered, to our surprise, she already knew about it. But she never told us. Interesting. Has she just "moved on" so much in her life that it didn't bother her? Or is it just too painful to feel the blow of the impact of memories? I don't know. But I know my husband was very much affected. He is sad. He lived in the house all through college and even came back for a short time after he did four years in the Navy, right up until the time we were married. So that little house truly was "home sweet home" to him.
We are wondering now what will happen to it. Will it be razed? Will it just disappear from the landscape? Will the memory of it and of all the years spent there be left only there, in memory? Actually, that's not a bad thing. Memories can be such a blessing, for those fortunate enough to live out their lives with memory intact. Because it's not really the house that is held so dear, but the people and the lives lived there that really matters.