I’ve been having a hard time with the loss of our sweet dog Samantha. I still go over and over again in my head the feeling of cowardice for not getting to her. I keep imagining her scratching at our bedroom door trying to get away from the smoke and flame and me not being … Continue reading Dogs, My Dog by Bill

If you missed it, Part One can be read here. At this point I’m still standing about 10 feet from the flames and smoke near the fence we share with our next door neighbors. I’m on the phone with the emergency operator trying to get them to send the damn fire department. I swear I … Continue reading Smoke Chokes, But Fire Breathes Part 2, by Bill

I’m not quite sure how to begin this story. It’s not something I’m particularly proud to tell, or know how to express well. So, I guess I’ll just start from where I remember. I was sleeping in my bed on the afternoon of February 10th. I work overnight during the week, so I usually sleep … Continue reading Smoke Chokes But Fire Breathes Part 1, by Bill

by Bill On Sunday after the fire the folks at Service Master were going through the house again, to find everything else they could clean and salvage. I couldn't face the house that day, so I sat on the front lawn and watched as they catalogued and tagged everything we owned that might be salvageable. I … Continue reading Thing(s) 2

by Bill So, I've never really been one to put much stock in owning things. Don't get me wrong, there were things I really enjoyed and would spend money on to own, but I never thought things had meaning to me. That is, until I lost everything. We were walking through the house on Saturday, … Continue reading Thing(s) 1

I don't know what to write or where to begin. I don't understand the feelings I am having and the fear that grips me when I think of the events of February 10th. All I can seem to see is the smoke filling my house and feel the heat blasting me in the face while … Continue reading Hi, My Name is Bill, And I’m a Little Bit Broken