Mama Love @ wifetalks.com

Worst Nightmare 21 October 2003

We must all be thankful to Pam and her husband. He was awake and watching the stars when he heard a noise. Going to investigate he found the house at the end of the street billowing flames. Yes, the house was on fire. They ran over to see if anyone was inside and called 911.

We woke to what seemed like the entire law enforcement racing down the street. My husband went to investigate and realized the house was on fire. Fortunately the fire department arrived in time to keep the house from being completely engulfed. But we were on pins and needles watching the pine trees in the yard crackling. It was a scary thing to see. Three fire trucks arrived and we are currently blocked in. The end of the street, the only entrance to our portion of the neighborhood.

The smoke, flames and smell that comes with a house fire brought back memories I’d rather forget. Years ago, my husband’s (then fiance) duplex caught fire. The apartment next door burned and we all feared it would move to his side. We stood outside hopelessly watching the flames destroy the neighbor’s side of the house. The smell is something you remember forever. I smelled the burned belongings of that house and it made me grateful and thankful.