Thursday, March 01, 2012
Monday morning brought tragedy to our quiet neighborhood. Sweetheart smelled smoke while we were having breakfast and went outside to check on things. He found our neighbors' home on fire.
Thankfully, they were not at home and no one was injured. By the time it was all over, the house was burned to the ground. They lost everything. It is just...gone.
We don't know what caused the fire and likely no one will know. It was a tense day waiting for them to check in and have it confirmed they were not at home. Also, the incredibly strong wind blew all the smoke and embers right to us. Mom watched the kids while Sweetheart and I walked the grounds and kept an eye on everything. He caught some firewood smoldering in time and sent me in to check the barn at one point. Everything seemed fine at first glance, but a nudge from the Holy Spirit sent my up the ladder to the loft where indeed, the roof was on fire.
I got down and ran outside and hollered for the fire crew. They backed up one of the engines and put it out quickly. We are left with just one area to repair. I am so thankful, but so incredibly sad for the neighbors.
Our town has a Burn Out Fund and everyone is doing what they can for the couple. This community really does care for each of its members. The loss is huge, both for the renters who lost everything they had and the owners of the home itself. I wish I knew better what to do and what to say.