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I mean, technically, it’s still there. But in order to live there again we’re going to have to tear it down to the foundation and start over.

Isn’t that lovely?

Which is why I’ve been MIA for weeks. I’ve been dealing with the fallout of losing my home and everything in it.

Including my kitty who I still do not know if she made it out. We have been unable to find her and my heart breaks every moment I’m not with her. Every moment I don’t know what happened to her.

I’ve dealt with family members who think this is all about them.

People rummaging through the stuff in the yard thinking it’s apparently free pickings because life isn’t hard enough for my family right now.

Nosy people.

Vultures wishing to swoop in and supposedly ‘help.’

Like the guy who stopped outside our house and said he could do the clean-up cheap for us and when we said no, he continued pressing. We told him we were already taken care of. And he said he would beat the price, but we insisted we were all set. My Mom may have been a bit rude since he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

But it was wildly uncalled for, for him to say, ‘Ha ha, your house burned down.”

Isn’t that nice?

A grieving family dealing with all their memories tossed carelessly into the front yard, burnt, melted, and covered in water and pieces of your destroyed home. One you raised a family in.

All the memories and keepsakes destroyed and you choose to say something like that?

Or how about the people who rummage through the stuff taking anything of value?

Because that’s what you do to people when they’re down. Kick them.

We lost a family member during this ordeal. He made it out of the house, but an elderly man whose daughter recently passed. A wife lost a handful of years ago, and the loss of his family home was too much for him to take. He passed mere days after the fire.

The police even showed up on the doorstep of the hotel we were staying in when there was a miscommunication about his age. They were sent to investigate a suspicious death.

Great, I thought.

That’s what we need. To be arrested on top of everything else.

Like doing CPR on a loved one and listening and feeling his ribs crack beneath your hands but knowing that you can’t stop. That cracked ribs mean nothing if he’s dead.

I don’t know how long my family and I took turns doing chest compressions. The ER doctor told us we did everything we could have for him.

There’s nothing in the whole world like this experience.

Reliving the moments you were in the house, desperately trying to save your family members. To put out the fire. Call 911. Begging the fire department to save the house.

Hitting the point you just knew they couldn’t.

Hearing the windows smash.

Watching them chuck everything you own out of the house.

Returning the next day and seeing your neighbor’s siding melted from the heat. Hearing your clean-up crew tell you that you’re in the top five of destruction he’s seen from firefighters alone.

Living in a hotel.

Living with only the clothes on your back and having absolutely nothing but what you managed to race out of the house with.

Like my Mom. She lost her glasses and phone.

My Dad never grabbed shoes.

My Papa lost one on the way out of the house.

Coughing for days because of all the smoke you inhaled.

Trying to rebuild when everyday feels more impossible than the last.

I hope you never know what it’s like. I hope and pray and wish this will never happen to anyone else in the world. Ever again. It’s horrible.

So please, help me and my family out of this horrible situation and donate.

Thank you.

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