After having a good week and feeling pretty good. I got my final load for the week taking me back home. The pick up was a couple of blocks from my beloved grandparents home. A home that was suppose to be mine upon their death, but I got screwed out of (but that's another story). I practically grew up in this house, the memories alone were priceless to me. My #1 goal has always been to get it back where it belonged. Yeah, it's just a house. But it meant the world to me.
For years I have been watching for it to go up for sale. In hindsight, I should have taken a more active approach then waiting for a sale.
Friday as I was driving by, my dream came to a horrifying end as I saw this...
4 homes in total wiped from existence. Including my Grandparents home and my birth home.
I was truly devastated to see this, I wanted to cry.
My guess is that the near by apartment complex bought them all out for expansion.
Looks like there was 1 lone hold out, I wish I could of been the other
