I felt this way when my grandma and grandpa's place was torn down. You could see the old house that had seen the births and deaths of a few
generations from the cemetery where they were buried. I looked toward where it was at my dad's funeral and it was like a part of my life was taken
away not seeing it there. In it's place was my cousin's new home. I guess the old homestead was in disrepair and they decided to tear it down. It
still hurts to this day.