1.17.2018

Keeping with the normal routine, the kids went to school. I had talked to their teachers the night previous to let them know what had occurred. We luckily have close relationships with both schools and their current teachers. Jeremy was back out at the house early to make sure it was being boarded up, to his surprise it was back smoking when he returned. Another call to the fire department was made.

Jack had many questions that morning, he wanted to see the house, which I told him I would see about that after school.

Back to the house, I went, now that it was daylight we would get a clear picture of the damages. As I drove closer, the exterior didn’t seem that bad but I knew better. The lawn was a sheet of ice as I pulled up right next to the barn. The once 3 ft of water that was in the basement the previous night and disappeared… likely because of drain tile that was installed a century prior. Our basement was river rock and trees… some of my favorite features even though it was too low to walk in.

That day was spent carrying different items out of the house so they didn’t continue to get damaged. A few pieces of furniture, a cedar chest full of childhood memories, it seemed as if the majority of the most precious possessions had survived. Clearly divine intervention, many angels were surrounding us. I could feel the calmness knowing so many were praying for us. The kid’s rooms were the saddest, their once beloved things thrown about. They would never be allowed to come back to see this I told myself.

Many times that day, I cried alone, thinking about how this could have been so much worst. The fire had started in our bedroom, only feet from where we slept. It spread to the attic and took over the entire top portion of our home. Jacks room and ours had no roof. The ceiling only 2 feet above his pillow was charred black as the night. We sorted through debris, I yelled out when I found Jacks piggy bank which he had asked about that morning. Sealed shut with water inside, this was a small win, I would be able to tell Jack I found his savings which Jack saved all his money so it was no small amount.

Messages from friends started to come in from every direction. Schools, our dance family, everyone was hearing the news and wanting to help. The constant question, what do you need? how can I help? We had lost everything, I had no idea how to respond.

Barb picked up the girls from school that day, and I picked up Jack as I had promised him. Of course, he asked to see the house, I visually explained to him what it would look like before stopping there as Jeremy was wrapping up things with getting it secured. Jack told me… it didn’t look that bad.

We answered more questions that evening, a few details here and there. Sorted through the tremendous amount of clothes received. The generosity of others around us was eye-opening, from calls to packages showing up at our door to offers to help transport the kids. As a giver myself, it was hard to receive all the items but finally had to tell myself… we have nothing and need to accept this out pouring of love and support

Day Two was exhausting.

 

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Kate

Let's get real... I am 35 now and I have 3 kids, run a damn good business, love being busy and love being me. I build myself up and other around me because thats what people should do. I rely on my heart and I do what God tells me do. I should listen to him more, and so should you. I'm a designer, not a writer. I blog about my interests, my family, happenings around me... I tell it like it is. Sorry if I am offensive but I think you should be real.