I'm finally getting around to updating my blog. Back in Dec. my parents house caught fire three days before Christmas. I received a call at 6:30 in the morning from my mother. It's never good to get late or early morning phone calls. She was crying and saying their house was on fire. I first asked if everyone was out and she said yes. We then got dressed and drove down to Albany. I wasn't really prepared for what I saw. There where three fire trucks there and they were putting the last of the fire out. From outside, the house didn't look that bad. But when you went inside it was devasting. The pictures below are from when I went back the next day and started working on clean up.
We had many friends and family and people we didn't even know step up and help. It has been such a blessing to my parents and family.
This is the kitchen. The fire started in the attic which is just above the kitchen. Everything was lost here.
This is my brother's room, right next to the attic. If he hadn't been home and woken up, my parents wouldn't have woken up and gotten out. We thank God every day that Dave was home and that he did wake up and smell the smoke and woke my parents up.
This is my childhood dresser. I'm so sad to see it destroyed. It was my Great Grandmother's and I loved it. There where so many other treasures from my Grandparent's and Great Grandparent's that where lost.
My parent's are now in another rental house and are slowly buying new furniture, clothes and all the other small stuff you don't realize you don't have till you go to use it. I have so much more empathy for people that go through a fire. You just don't realize how devasting it is.
This is my childhood dresser. I'm so sad to see it destroyed. It was my Great Grandmother's and I loved it. There where so many other treasures from my Grandparent's and Great Grandparent's that where lost.
