I stepped up the wide gap from ground to the porch landing. The stair was broken in half with one screw keeping one side from completely being removed from the structure. The boards now wrapping in the sun and moisture. Your not here to tke care of them. The paint is chipping and the drain spouts need cleaned out. The tree in the front and the one you nurtured so hard in the back are both dead. There was no water turned on because of the bustedguy pipes. No one there to water anyway. The day I found you in your bed April 13, 2024. Anniversaries suck.