The bed flared and burned after the fire was put out.
Apr 15, 2019 18:02:31 GMT -5
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Post by WindSister on Apr 15, 2019 18:02:31 GMT -5
So April has been a surreal month: we lost our home to a fire. It was a freak accident, we are both ok, this is why you have good insurance.
I was on my way out of state to a conference so it was a bit like Planes, Trains and Automobiles to get me back home again on the day it happened. My poor husband was running on adrenaline and not making the best decisions. He told me over the phone,"You might as well keep going to your conference, at least you'd have a place to sleep for three days....our house is gone." Yeah. I didn't go on to the stupid conference. He needed me. His wallet burned, for starters.... at least I had mine with. I also had a suitcase of clothes. He had just what he was wearing.
When I finally made it back to him the fire was out, the firefighters had long departed, but his daughter and family were still there, along with some neighbors talking with him. He ran to me, hugged me tight, and said, "I can fix anything, baby, but I can't fix this." Yeah....it was a shock seeing the house we loved black, charred.... a horrific sight, actually.
Then it started smoking again. We called 911 again and they came out again. Turned out our bed had started on fire again. My husband laughed with the fire chief, "Well... we are a hot couple in the bedroom so it's fitting."
And it kinda was.... they had to throw the mattress out of the house to make sure it was really put out. My lingerie scattered from the bedside table. And a couple other things. It wasn't until a couple days later I was able to cover things up in the ashes so nosy neighbors couldn't see.
We, as a couple, are as close as ever. This fire destroyed a house, but he's my home. We will rebuild. I don't grieve this loss of "stuff" but I miss our life as it was.... the moments.... the memories in that house. We still enjoy each other now, though, and I know we will recreate a home we love. In the meantime, we have unforgettable moments now, too. Even in the midst of the horribleness. We have stair races up to our third floor apartment with interesting bets to let off steam. We shop a lot as we plan for our future home. We cuddle on a couch that's too small just like when we were first dating and hanging out in his apartment.
I miss our routines....we will get back them again someday, though. Our workplaces and community have been beyond awesome. It chokes me up quite regularly. I have made new friends and connections. Good things can grow from ashes.
I don't have anything profound to say....just wanted to check in. Life is ever throwing curve balls, huh?
I was on my way out of state to a conference so it was a bit like Planes, Trains and Automobiles to get me back home again on the day it happened. My poor husband was running on adrenaline and not making the best decisions. He told me over the phone,"You might as well keep going to your conference, at least you'd have a place to sleep for three days....our house is gone." Yeah. I didn't go on to the stupid conference. He needed me. His wallet burned, for starters.... at least I had mine with. I also had a suitcase of clothes. He had just what he was wearing.
When I finally made it back to him the fire was out, the firefighters had long departed, but his daughter and family were still there, along with some neighbors talking with him. He ran to me, hugged me tight, and said, "I can fix anything, baby, but I can't fix this." Yeah....it was a shock seeing the house we loved black, charred.... a horrific sight, actually.
Then it started smoking again. We called 911 again and they came out again. Turned out our bed had started on fire again. My husband laughed with the fire chief, "Well... we are a hot couple in the bedroom so it's fitting."
And it kinda was.... they had to throw the mattress out of the house to make sure it was really put out. My lingerie scattered from the bedside table. And a couple other things. It wasn't until a couple days later I was able to cover things up in the ashes so nosy neighbors couldn't see.
We, as a couple, are as close as ever. This fire destroyed a house, but he's my home. We will rebuild. I don't grieve this loss of "stuff" but I miss our life as it was.... the moments.... the memories in that house. We still enjoy each other now, though, and I know we will recreate a home we love. In the meantime, we have unforgettable moments now, too. Even in the midst of the horribleness. We have stair races up to our third floor apartment with interesting bets to let off steam. We shop a lot as we plan for our future home. We cuddle on a couch that's too small just like when we were first dating and hanging out in his apartment.
I miss our routines....we will get back them again someday, though. Our workplaces and community have been beyond awesome. It chokes me up quite regularly. I have made new friends and connections. Good things can grow from ashes.
I don't have anything profound to say....just wanted to check in. Life is ever throwing curve balls, huh?
......)
