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Milk Freak said...

I lost my home to fire many years ago. I was vacationing in Charleston at the time and got a call in the wee hours of the morning from my daughter-n-law's mother. I put on the clothes I had on the night before and hit the road. It is about a three and a half hour drive. I made it to my exit and turned. The next nine miles seemed to take as long as the first two hundred and fifty. It was as if my foot would not press the accelerator. I finally made the turn on to the road I lived on and as I drove up I could not believe my eyes...there was nothing...you know when you see a fire and there is a wall or at least something, but there was nothing. Some of my neighbors were there and as I got out of the car they approached me with kind hugs and apologies for what might be the most significant loss of my life. There are no words to describe the vision of your home being gone...everything you owned gone. Shortly after that I collasped and was unable to stop crying. Still I think about that moment and wonder how such a terrible thing could happen. There are times I still make a comment about something I had as if it were still here. Finally, I had to come to terms with the loss. The only way I could was realizing that they were just things and as important as we all thought they were, they meant nothing compared to the fact that we were unharmed and my family was safe. They weren't as important as we thought they were after all...

March 19, 2008 at 7:34 AM
marc aurel said...

I am so sorry this has been your experience. There was this big fire in our city and I just got fascinated by the images I could find. The writer Alduous Huxley, one of my early favorites, lost everything like you in a bad fire, quite late in life, and just had to start all over again.

March 28, 2008 at 6:29 PM

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