Last week I was out with a dear friend who I met on the boards, then my fiance met me for dinner. When we got home our block was a disaster scene: my building was on fire. Specifically my unit and the one behind me. We lost everything...treasures from my grandparents, my little treasures, my fluffy bed on a handmade frame by my dad, art, ohhhh the little things - think of all the little things - just. everything. I was able to rescue my grandparents' wedding ring that we'll be using at our wedding next month, though! All the things we'd been lovingly compiling for our LO...gone. The pregnancy journal I'd spent months putting together. ...worst of all, though, my two cats were trapped in the apartment with no way to get out. There is a small piece of me that wishes, hopes, prays that they made it out somehow...but it is unlikely. FI and I sat together at the Red Cross shelter across the street and rescue workers kept bringing cats in carriers over...everyone got their kitties but me. I felt like the last kid to be picked up from school if that makes sense. I was the only one with animals on the top floor where the fire started.
I doubt very much that we'd be alive had we been home - or if we had made it, unlikely LO would have. The alarms didn't go off and the couple across the hall had to climb out the window and cling to the bricks until a fire ladder could rescue them - it was four floors up.
I'm not doing very well mentally - I'm so sad...so deeply sad. We are desperately looking for a new home in the area. This is the hardest thing I've ever been though.
My writing is all muddled, but I'm sure you'll understand.
Please keep us in your prayers.
PS to those who donated PNP sheets - I'm sorry they were lost. It meant so much that you'd sent them to me