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I'm writing this blurty entry because it has to be done. Two days ago I returned home from staying at Molly's the previous night. Without realizing it, I would never actually enter my home ever again. The smoke rising from the roof alarmed me as I drove down my driveway and the look on my dad's face as he drove in the opposite direction said it all: the house was on fire and there was nothing we could do to save it. "I couldn't get the animals out!" he said. The words pierced my heart. It couldn't be true. There must be some way to get them out. I ran around the house screaming their names. I wanted so badly to find a way inside to save them. Each window and door billowed smoke and flame; there really was no way in...no way out... I have virtually nothing left. Clothes, photographs, memories...all burned away with everything else in the house I've lived in my entire life. But none of it matters to me right now. I just want Brady, Tigger and Sissy back. I'd write more about them now but it's taken me this long to stop crying. Bottom line is, my house is gone and my pets are gone and a part of me died with them. I'm staying with my girlfriend right now until I can figure out what to do next. I thank God I have her and that I have my parents. I thank God that I have friends and family that care about me and they know who they are. Yeah. I'll write more later. -CD Post a comment in response: |
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