All that's left

I took a picture on Thanksgiving of an old abandoned house that I pass daily. It always made me sad that the house was so desolate, empty, bereft of laughter, love, family. They knocked that house down shortly after I took the picture and this is all that is left now, an outhouse. They have completely cleared the lot of trees, the house, any sign of it's former history. I guess they are preparing for something new to replace it, but I must admit that I miss that old house. Who will remember it's story and the folks who shared it now that it is all gone? Why have they left this one small reminder?