Yesterday was a tough one. We took our last holiday picture in front of our green doors before watching the house go down. I’m a complete sucker for old houses. The craftsmanship of of 51 years ago, the stories it could tell, the life moments it has shared, the families it has raised. All gone in 45 tearful minutes.
It some ways we lost the house when the dams were released, but yesterday I felt like I had lost it all over again. In the big picture of life it seems selfish and silly to mourn a structure and the things that were inside. But I loved my home, I loved my neighborhood, I loved the memories we had built in that house and none of those I’ll get back.
It’s been sitting a nasty, eyesore of a shell for 5 months now but somehow it still was home. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve accidentally driven “home" over the past 6 months and I know what we will return to will never be what it was when we left. I’m slowly coming to grips with that. “Let it hurt then let it go” --r.h. Sin #ourdamhouse #freshstart #rebuildhouston #harvey #houstonstrong