You cheer when I cry.
Each day I die a bit more
with the names you call.
No call at 2:30 a.m. is good. Ever. As soon as I saw that my ex was calling at that hour, my heart stopped. I feared the worst, but fortunately, the bad news was good, considering other possible outcomes.
It was an Army style conversation basically: BLUF for Bottom Line Up Front. Our daughter’s apartment was on fire, but she got out and is safe.
The brief call put me into action. It was time to move. So my boyfriend and I raced over to her apartment, which is fortunately in the same town. There stood my daughter, my son, their dad and my daughter’s roommate, shivering in strangers’ blankets in shoes, watching an inferno. The flames were roaring and there was nothing we could all do but stand back and watch the girls lose everything they owned
In one breath, I was hurting for my baby girl and her friend. They were in shock, just standing there. Helpless. All of their belongs turning into ash right before them. Grandmother’s ring, melted. Grandpa’s cufflinks, gone. Treasured pictures of former pets, burnt. Wonderful tokens of love from their college boyfriends, erased. All their sorority sister memorabilia, ash. Every piece of clothing, minus the sleeping shorts and t-shirts they ran out with, dust. Their new kitchen table and couch, rubble.
But no tears fell. We all just stood there thankful…because we also knew, we were the luckiest people ever.
My daughter and her friend escaped with nothing, but yet everything. They were able to wake up to the smell of smoke and run out. No shoes, no jackets, just their fearful minds and broken hearts made it outside. (With some luck of fortune, my daughter did stumble upon her purse as she ran to the door, so she at least had her IDs.) They may have nothing, but we still had them. They were alive and all else could be replaced, or at least remembered fondly.
I thank God that he protected the girls and led them to safety. I thanked God for the kindness of their fellow neighbors who were handing out water and shoes and blankets to the girls. It was a beautiful moment that gave me hope in the kindness of people. It is still out there. Thank God.
So as the walls of her home burned, we all hugged and chatted and thanked God that the fire only took “stuff.” The girls were alive and well. That was the most important thing of all.
So as the sun rose and the flames fell, the rubble stood calling out a message… With God and each other, we can overcome all.
Note: I did NOT take these photos, but I felt compelled to share them with my story. I hope that is ok and thank you for letting me vent.
For those of you who may be interested, one of their sorority sister’s set up a GoFundMe page for them. You can find it here.
And you can see my baby girl on the news. I wish it was not for such a tragic event, but at least she is alive to tell her story.
At the end of May, Strawberries Forever honored me with the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award. This was the first for me and I as excited about it. Then life went crazy, and I forgot about it. But before you find me rude, a great many things were happening then. So hear me out. In the beginning of June I had a few different military missions to do. In the middle of June I went on a blind date fairytale that has been blossoming into the most romantic time of my life. In July, I had more military missions and moved into a new house (and had to repaint nearly the entire rental house I lived in for over four years). August included more military missions in between the increasing work load at my civilian job while trying to find time for dating and unpacking. Oh, and I had to research and buy a new car to replace my 235,000-mile car that was showing a bit too many wacky issues to be trusted anymore. Throw in a visit back home, some social events with friends and family….yeah, I forgot. That, and man, I am tired but have never felt more alive!
The Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award was new to me, but is similar to other awards it seems. But, here are the rules for those who may not be familiar with it:
1. Say “Thank You” to the person who nominated you & link their blog to your post.
2. Answer the 10 questions given to you.
3. Pass the award on to 7 other bloggers and let them know they have been nominated.
4. Include the Award Badge in your post.
These are the answers to the questions given to me.
1. When was the first time you knew that you wanted to write?
Sometime in elementary school I knew I wanted to write. I even wrote two “books” for as an assignment where they were reviewed by a real adult author. I was a huge deal for me back then and I still own those books today.
2. What is the favorite childhood memory?
I have several, but one that comes to mind pretty quick is going to this small lake in Michigan. There were two levels to the lake, which was more like a pond now that I have seen it again as an adult. The creek or stream fed into the pond and then there was a small waterfall that created a lower level pond that was more shallow and like a mini beach. We didn’t go there often, but when we did it was always fun. There were other kids, we took snacks and we stayed for hours.
3. What is one food that you love from your family’s culture?
At Thanksgiving, my daughter MUST have green bean casserole and homemade mashed potatoes. My son REQUIRES cream cheese and celery sticks and homemade stuffing. Every Christmas my mom would make no-bake cookies and hard rock candy. I have started doing it with my kids and now, it is a tradition. If I don’t make these things at the holidays, it is just not Thanksgiving/Christmas according to them. So, I guess a tradition has been started/has been continued.
4. Do you have children or expect to have one in the future?
I have two kids: son and daughter. Though I think it would be fun to have some more, I am ready for the stage in my life where I can enjoy me again. So, I am happy to babysit some adorable babies and toddlers for a bit and then send them back home. As for the preteens and teenagers…yeah, they don’t babysitting. They do know everything at those ages anyway. Didn’t we when we were that age?
5. If money was no object, where would you travel to?
It used to be Spain. I was so enamored with the idea of it. However, over the years, Ireland has seemed to replace that and made it to the bucket list. I am really not sure why or how that change has come about. I think it may be that I am found of the Irish accent and culture. Thought I studied Spanish, which I think was my main reason for wanting to visit before, an Ireland vacation seems to be higher on the list. If I ever go, I think drinking a beer in a pub seems like a good start and then maybe finding some wild ponies would be on the list too.
6. What do you like about blogging?
I like the ability to write on a variety of topics in a variety of styles. And though that, I am finding a community of people who are often more accepting and friendly than some of the communities actually around me.
7. What are your thoughts on all-girl or all-boy schools?
I don’t see the appeal in them really. We have to learn to interact with each other eventually, so why not start when we are kids?
8. How old were you when you first rode a bike?
I don’t recall the exact age but I had to be in elementary school as my recall my first bike was when we lived in Michigan. The Christmas I got it was magical too. Under the hue of Christmas lights, I saw Santa pulling my bike up to the tree. I moved quietly behind the couch with my mom and dad as we watched Santa pull out the other gifts. But all I could see what the best gift ever: a pink banana-seat bike with swirling streamers hanging from the handle bars. Aaahhhh, the memories of riding around trails on that bike still stick out in my mind. I do wonder where that bike ever went though…And who was “Santa” since my mom AND dad were behind the couch with me. HHHhmmmmmmm?
9. Is there a song that brings tears to your eyes?
I absolutely love Hurt by Christina Aguilera. If you listen to they lyrics/watch the video, it is all about losing someone over some issue(s) and then realizing that your chance to ever see them again is gone, forever. It then you realize, maybe you were wrong? Maybe you should have forgiven them? Maybe you should have tried to make amends? But stubbornly, you continue to avoid them for whatever reasons, but now that they are gone, did you really just hurt yourself by hurting them? It makes me think of a few loved ones in my life.
10. How do you feel about receiving awards?
I know some people don’t accept them, and I can totally respect that. It can be taxing to have to answer the questions, and maybe more personal information than some bloggers want to share. And then the nominating part is always a challenge: Who do you choose? Will someone feel left out if you don’t put them on there? Will someone be annoyed that you chose them?
I guess the bottom line for me is that it is very thoughtful that someone thought of my blog to select me. So, I may as well return the courtesy of doing the same for other bloggers. And if they don’t do awards like these, I can totally understand that as well.
For the nominations, I decided to go with some blogs I have found recently (and a post I liked of theirs):
Questions From Me:
He wooed me with such pleasurable charm.
I wondered…what if there could be more.
He did everything perfect, there was no alarm.
So I ran at full speed through his revolving door.
But his heart was elusive like a sly black cat.
As he only intended to play for a season.
He was gone before we were and that was that.
Did you ever really care or have a reason?
For a while, I cried over that star that was never in the sky.
But I should have known, he was never meant for me to keep.
He couldn’t open up, too hurt from the past or just liked to lie?
Perhaps I was his game or he was just my lesson to reap?
Now I hope you find me in some of your dreams.
And you wonder ‘what if ‘and lose some esteem.
For Writing 201’s Day 10 Assignment:
Word prompt, pleasure.
Poetic form, sonnet.
Poetic device, apostrophe.
This was my first attempt at this pattern: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. I think I prefer to rhyme each line so I am not sure this worked. Feel free to give honest feedback as I am trying to learn the different patterns and rhythms of poetry.
You loved us, your children, so utterly complete.
But we loved you back, hanging you by your hands and feet.
You tried to teach us about a love so grand.
But we were sinful and petty, refusing to understand.
You designed an entire world to provide for our needs.
But we whine, “It’s not enough, give us more, oh please.”
You taught us kindness so we could help each other.
But we would rather fight and kill our sister and brother.
You gave us minds full of creativity.
But we live with little purpose in levity.
You instructed us how to live to make you proud.
But we still turn away, saying we don’t know how.
Yet, you continue to love us with all your warm heart.
But we stand stagnant and cold, like we were from the start.
For Writing 201’s Day 9 Assignment:
Word prompt, cold.
Poetic form, concrete.
Poetic device, anaphora.
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