If someone drives a bulldozer through your house, getting rid of the bulldozer doesn’t rebuild your home.
You’d need a lot of work, time, money, expert help, patience, and determination. You might not have enough.
You would need to remember what it looked like before to have any hope of restoring it, but the bulldozer destroyed your photos and records. The details are hazy now.
Ideally, you’d like to make it better. Stronger. More bulldozer resistant. Better designed. You always knew the house wasn’t perfect. It needed work. It didn’t need a bulldozer.
But if you’ve forgotten what an intact house looks like, you have little chance of restoring it, let alone envisioning something better.
You may not be able to do it. The experts may have vanished. You may be broke. Your friends, family, and community may not want to help.
Worse, they may like the house better half knocked down. It’s fine, they tell you. You’ll get used to it. You’ll come to like it this way. You’ll see we’re right. Give it a few years.
Maybe you’ll walk away and live somewhere else, if you can.
Maybe the criminals who destroyed your home will come back to finish the job, cart away the wreckage, and build a prison there, or a palace for themselves.
Or maybe you’ll huddle in the rooms that remain standing, as fragments of the roof and walls fall, piece by piece, with every gust of wind, every rain and snowfall, every change in the weather.