Thankful for Life


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

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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.

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For Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge.

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.

Dozens Left Homeless After Apartment Fire