I feel like this thread needs the song 'Seasons in the sun' playing quietly in the background.
When they tore down the hospital where all my kids were born.They are tearing down my Elementary School this summer, wow, so many good memories its sad, when I think of some times there its almost like Im watching a tape of the event its so clear in my head. What piece of your past has slipped away ?
Up until 4 years ago, my mother and sister still lived in the house I grew up in from the age of 10 on. In 2012, my mother unexpectedly passed away. Shortly after that, my sister lost her job to a company take over that decided they didn't need a research department. Because it was a foreign company that took over, they had to pay for retraining employees who were let go. My sister went back to college to study optics, as that was supposed to be an industry with projected job growth in her area. During that time, funds were tight and repairs to the house slid. She was so focused on school that she also ignored some health issues that I think she normally would have had checked out by a doctor before they progressed so far. She was under so much stress because of the fear of losing the house, plus still grieving the loss of our mom. She passed away from ovarian cancer just weeks after graduating, on July 4th, 2016. She pulled good grades in spite of feeling so ill the last several months.
The roof of the house was in such a bad state that the insurance company said they were not going to cover the house after September, prompting my other sister to want to sell the house asap. She was the executor, and let the house go to someone who would buy it cheap and flip it. During that summer, my other sister and I went through the house, trying to sort through a lifetime. I salvaged as many heirlooms and mementos as I could, but much had to be given away or left behind. Things belonging to my Mom and sister, things that held so many memories. I was bawling all summer. I lost two of the most important people in the world to me, and my childhood home. My past didn't slip away... it was ripped.
What saddens me the most when thinking back of happy times in my life has not been my old stomping grounds of school buildings gone but the tearing down the local drive in movie theaters
Up until 4 years ago, my mother and sister still lived in the house I grew up in from the age of 10 on. In 2012, my mother unexpectedly passed away. Shortly after that, my sister lost her job to a company take over that decided they didn't need a research department. Because it was a foreign company that took over, they had to pay for retraining employees who were let go. My sister went back to college to study optics, as that was supposed to be an industry with projected job growth in her area. During that time, funds were tight and repairs to the house slid. She was so focused on school that she also ignored some health issues that I think she normally would have had checked out by a doctor before they progressed so far. She was under so much stress because of the fear of losing the house, plus still grieving the loss of our mom. She passed away from ovarian cancer just weeks after graduating, on July 4th, 2016. She pulled good grades in spite of feeling so ill the last several months.
The roof of the house was in such a bad state that the insurance company said they were not going to cover the house after September, prompting my other sister to want to sell the house asap. She was the executor, and let the house go to someone who would buy it cheap and flip it. During that summer, my other sister and I went through the house, trying to sort through a lifetime. I salvaged as many heirlooms and mementos as I could, but much had to be given away or left behind. Things belonging to my Mom and sister, things that held so many memories. I was bawling all summer. I lost two of the most important people in the world to me, and my childhood home. My past didn't slip away... it was ripped.