I had a call from my cousin, Georgie, tonight. She rarely calls and my first thought was, "Oh, who died!?" and instead, it was her home that died. Her, her granddaughter and great-granddaughter and sheltie dog escaped this afternoon from an electrical fire that consumed their home in minutes. If it would have happened while they were sleeping, I fear they would never have made it out. They had a foot of snow last night and more on the way and her husband was on his way to the U.P. to work this week when he got her call that all their belongings and home were burned to the ground. Also living with them is another granddaughter, her boyfriend and their other baby ... that's 4 adults, a young teenager and two babies who lost all their belongings but still have their lives. She thought of her piano her dad bought her, her brother (now deceased) had built an entertainment center for them, her youngest son, Justin's ashes in their little container ... all their clothing ... her mother's cedar chest her father built. I know she will be remembering things for a good long time that she no longer has, many things that will be irreplaceable. She said it took the fire dept 20 mins to get there because of the bad roads, and the Red Cross came and gave them some money to get a motel room for 3 days and some money to get some clothing for them all. This cousin had a daughter die in a car accident, a son die in a 4-wheeler accident, 6 of 7 brothers die, most of cancer, she herself had cancer surgery this summer, and her great granddaughter who was saved from the fire today had surgery to remove a tumor from her brain last year. Am I missing anything? Oh yeah, her mom died just a few yrs ago also. Her dad when she was 19, I think. I believe her other daughter has cancer now, also. Her and I were talking about her becoming like a Phoenix, rising from the ashes, starting fresh. She wrote many, many beautiful poems beginning after her daughter's death in 1997 and all of them are lost as they were on her computer. I pray they have good insurance and can rebuild and replace ... but photographs and mementos? I knew she was in "survivor mode" as she's needed to be in for so many years. When we hung up, getting in a few hearty laughs amidst MY crying (she hasn't yet), I looked around the house for a few things I can add to a collection for her. My mother's red LL Bean chamois shirt for one, a little December birthstone figurine of a girl holding a narcissus a friend gave me, a porcelain angel candle holder I bought from her granddaughter (who she raises as her daughter now, being in the vehicle her mom died in when she was less than 2 yrs old) ... and I will wait to hear what more I can do as time goes on. Nothing is permanent. All is impermanence. I am so grateful for their lives so that they can go on a new journey together, finding the strength to keep bending in the wind. God bless you, Georgie, Daryl, Jordan Danielle, Courtney, Laila, Ayallia and Josh (unsure of some spellings), and the little sheltie dog. If anyone has ever had this happen to them, can you give me any suggestions of being a true help? Thank you, Bloggie Souls.
Love from your SisSTAR