My childhood home was torn down years ago. I only lived in one place and my mom held onto the place after my dad died for about 10 years, but found it more difficult to keep up with the basic maintenance, my brothers and I tried to help out as much as we could, but I think it got to a point where she was unhappy seeing all of the Mcmansions going up around her and living alone while we all lived at least 30 minutes away. She moved closer to us, a builder purchased the house and promptly knocked it down. The last time I was there (it has been a while), it is overgrown with weeds and just an empty lot where my house stood. I think they intend on turning it into a park (which at least makes me happy), but still sad to see that the house was leveled.
"The farther we go, the more the ultimate explanation recedes from us, and all we have left is faith."