I can relate Phil. This is the house I grew up in. Was my grandparents house. They raised me, so they were really more like my mom and dad. Lived here from 1987-2005.
This pic was taken after my mom and dads wedding. Had it in the backyard there. I'm actually in this picture. My mom was about 6 weeks pregnant with me. Lol
Countless memories made there.
My grandpa passed away on September 2nd of last year, after a "successful" triple bypass surgery. Fell unconcious in the kitchen floor as he was leaning his head back to take his medication. My grandma couldn't get that picture out of her head of him as he was laid out in the floor, so she decided to sell the house. Still blames herself, because she couldn't get him rolled over. He was about 300 pounds, and he was wedged between the stove and the kitchen table.
Heres a pic of him and I on the day he came back home after the surgery. 2 weeks before he passed.
The house was sold in January of this year. I would give anything to be able to go back there.
I live in Cleveland now, but I plan on going back to Asheville soon, and the first thing I'm going to do is sit on the steps that lead up from the road to the sidewalk, and just sit. Reminisce. God I miss that place. It's only been 8 months since I walked out of that house, carrying the last box of my grandmas stuff out of there. She found a nice little house in Hendersonville. Hearing the door shut for the last time is something I'll never forget.