Saying goodbye to a beloved friend or relative is something we all do at some point in our lives. But doing the same with a house can reveal similar feelings — even if, in reality, it’s a bunch of walls that have acted as a shelter.
But memories of what went on — good and bad, laughter and tears — often bring a house to life. But what happens when that house is razed?
Tom Zoellner, a longtime Arizonan and current professor at Chapman University in California, writes about all of those things in his essay " At the End, There Will Be Strangers" as he looks back at his grandmother’s house in Paradise Valley — where she lived for 61 years. It was torn down in 2017.
