I’m sorry. Losing the childhood home is so sad.

Emotional times for several reasons. Keep an extra tissue handy. Picture does have a great look, by the way.

Worst part of it all is my great aunt raised me. She’s 80 now, I’m 30. It was just us in this house for a long time. It’s so sad to see it falling down, and looking at things and thinking of our past times that were very happy. I know chapters have to end eventually but damn is it sad.

Yeah, it’s like a bunch of things are simply disappearing before your eyes. That it can’t be resurrected. You miss these things. I feel that way about my childhood home. It’s a terrible feeling. Is your auntie okay?

She’s okay, she’s sad too I can tell. But we both know it has to happen. Most of the house is over run with black mold. She’s been living with me and my kids for about 3 months now. She’s moving in with her son in Georgia for a bit and then coming back to help me with the kids later this year. So she will be back in forth.

Before it was my aunt Rosie’s house it was my aunt Arlene’s house. And when she passed it went to Rosie. So there is many generations and memories through this house. And yes it’s the fact it’s all disappearing… you hit the nail on the head. I had a nightmare last night, woke up in a panic this morning and was hysterical. Been a rough day for me

Thank you. This was a very happy time in my life. I got to show my daughter the picture and she is a replica of me, she was able to see the comparison of the gas station and the laundry mat that is still across the street. Was a magical moment.

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard” - Winnie the Pooh

> Worst part of it all is my great aunt raised me. She’s 80 now, I’m 30. It was just us in this house for a long time.

And the best part is, is what you are doing right now... sharing the unequivocal gratitude you have for your aunt. Whom with you both, made that house into a home.

A sad time yes, yet balanced with love and thankfulness to soften the sharp edge of it.

I so understand. Your family sounds so close and the fact you guys rally around one another is so wonderful. As sad as it is, I can promise you that your family will have new memories. It sounds really corny, but you will have a tapestry of good things to look back upon. Give your auntie a hug from me. Xo

It always sucks, but like Dr. Seuss once said, “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” Easy to say, hard to do.

Im sorry. I know how it is. After my Grandfather passed, Grandma was shuffled around from place to place and their house was sold by my aunt. It was small and real old, but it was where I grew up. I still have not been to see the place in 8 years. Hurts too much. Sending you hugs.

The house I grew was burned down by the fire department. It was a huge dilapidated structure that needed it. I felt a tinge of remorse when I learned about it. The take away was this. Every building requires maintenance if you want to keep it as an investment or for your kids it requires upkeep.

My aunt and I lived in extreme poverty. If that was an option I’m sure it would have been done. We live in Florida, so after the last few hurricanes she was a goner.

I can sympathize with you about losing the family home. My aunt and uncle had to sell their house several years ago. Before they ended up with it, it was my grandparents house. My grandfather built it in the 30s. My mom was born in that house. It can be tough. But noone can take the memories you made while growing up there.

You’re right… I just wish I could build those memories for another generation or two. If I had the money I would do it myself. Just depressing times we live in man. The system is made to keep the rich-rich and the poor-poor. Life has been swallowing me lately, so this was just the icing on the cake.

My parents lost my childhood home to a mortgage relief scam when I was in my mid 20’s, it was very surreal and sucky.

Relive that memory by getting yourself a White notchback Fox-body Mustang.

I haven’t seen another one like it in many of years. It had the burgundy red interior. I remember pulling up to my soccer games in that bad boy.

https://preview.redd.it/3djmh8a3q6qa1.jpeg?width=3024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&v=enabled&s=a53b5758464fdaf351e9bf3899b9dd6502933314

Me and my aunt when I was a baby.

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Was there any hoarding involved, or she just couldn’t afford to maintain the house/property?

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Haven't read that before, I will enjoy it.

I hated my home during my childhood. I am glad you have those memories and love. That pain we feel when something emotionally hurts is beautiful in a way. If it hurts that much, must have felt just as wonderful. It's the contrast, experience I've learned to appreciate. I hope any of that is helpful to you. Y'all take care.

You were absolutely adorable!!

i'd argue she isn't selling the house, she's selling the land because if the state of the house is that bad it'll just get levelled immediately.

i don't know if that's an actual quote, but it's a beautiful sentiment that could at least bring a positive note to an otherwise bad thing.

Last year I went to the house that my gramma lived in for 40 years. She died 18 years ago and I went to the house a year ago. I stood in the driveway and sobbed. It was nothing like I remembered and she would have DIED to see the state of disrepair that place was in. Do yourself a favor and don’t return to the house, ever.

I still have to get stuff out, but after that I don’t even want to drive by it. Makes my heart sink

A straight thug some might say 😎

No hoarding, my aunts house was always very nice and felt very comfortable. A true southern ladies home. We got ravished by two bad hurricanes here where I am in Florida, after Ivan many many years ago we had minor damage, then the one after (I can’t remember which one) it made the roof worse. Her sons are too busy with their own lives to lend a hand to us and basically just put a tarp over the roof. A limb fell on the roof again after that and it eventually just started taking a toll on the house. The major problem is the roof and the ceilings. And now it’s just to the point where it’s not safe for her to live there anymore and we are broker than dirt… if I had the money I’d fix it up myself, but that’s the hand life dealt us.

That’s rough, I’m very sorry to hear about this. Life can be absolutely overwhelming to the breaking point, and all we can do is move forward and try to grow in a direction that brings us meaning.

Yep. Feeling really lost tonight. First time I’ve ever been away from my aunt is 30 years. First time I can’t just go be with her or take her to whataburger with me late at night. First time I don’t have her to watch her movies with. Growing up sucks.

I don’t mean to be that guy, especially with what you’re going through right now, but there’s a difference between ravaged and ravished, even though they sound really close together. They’re good words and I don’t want to take anything away from you for using them, and in this instance they’re probably fairly interchangeable, but ravished has some … connotations … that you maybe didn’t intend. It’s my pet peeve, I apologize for laying it on you now, but I hope to help you avoid some embarrassment later on.

Really irrelevant. If you didn’t mean to be that guy, then why did you write a whole paragraph? I’m not embarrassed by a misspell, but I would sure be embarrassed to come on someone’s memory and start being a grammar nazi. Respectfully just don’t do that anymore. Thank you.

Ooh, an LX notchback! It didn't have a 5.0 under the hood by any chance, did it?

LX notch with a 5.0, baby! Aside from the Cobra R, it was the quickest Fox Mustang you could buy.