Stripping the drywall

Work has finally begun on my family’s home. It’s only in the beginning stages though, but work is work.

Due to all the water damage, the whole first floor had to be gutted. I mean completely gutted

I have lived in that house all my life before I was married, and I have never seen the house look like that before. The first time I saw the pictures I was in complete shock.

My mother was told that she should have the wall cut above the water line then replace the walls, but when the demolition team came and started to take apart the walls, it turns out there was no insulation.

Like what in the world?! We don’t live in the arctic but it does get cold here.  So needless to say, that is going to be taken care of.

Down to the wooden frame

I know for my mom, it’s hard to look at her home and see the first floor bare to its beams and wires. Our family home was the last place my dad was awake before he passed away while heading to the hospital.

What has me upset as well is that everything had to be thrown out, including my father’s music collection. We had similar taste in music, and I kept telling myself that I’ll bring the records home with me.

That’s not even possible now.

I guess what makes it really sad is the feeling that my father’s presence is no longer in the house, since it has been removed and everything that he bought is gone as well.

Just the bare walls

I know thy are just things, but things sometimes do have sentimental value. It’s just a shame this had to happen.

As for my family’s neighbors–they are all in the same boat. One family I think received a red flag for their house so the city said they are going to demolish it. I know he’s fighting that now.

Looking at my old neighborhood and the one I’m living in now is like looking at night and day.

Here it’s business as usual. There, people are trying to salvage what they can. Just to think, I’m only 20 minutes away.