When I received an envelope today in the mail from my sister Lucy, I knew what it was. I was nervous and kind of shakey opening the envelope. And when I saw the pictures, I cried. And I cried so hard Rebecca got upset and she started crying. We hugged and cried together. To leave your home thinking you'll be returning home after work to relax, shower, watch a movie or go on the computer is a wonderful thought. But on that tragic day last week, Lucy's thought of returning home was shattered. While busy at work that dreaded phone call came saying, Lucy get home, your house is on fire. How she must of felt hearing those words. I can only imagine how she felt that day. Hearing those words and knowing her little dogs were in the house, hoping and praying someone got them out safely, hoping the fire department put out the fire quickly. Driving as fast as she could, the time seeming to take forever until she got home. Arriving home and seeing the house you called home engulfed in flames, and hearing the dogs never got out. As I sit here right now writing this, I can feel the tears forming in my eyes and the lump in my throat. It breaks my heart knowing my sister, whom all our life was my best friend lost everything. Her furniture, appliances, brand new computer, pictures of her family, children and grandchildren, her clothes, shoes, jewelry, clothes belonging to her daughter Jenny and son Eric that they kept at their Mom's so they'd have nice clothes to wear. Lucy lost all memorabilia of her deceased daughter Sandy who passed away in September of 2003, and also lost those 2 precious little dogs. How much heart ache can one person endure? When she left her husband 7 years ago, she had only her clothes, pictures and her children and their clothes. For 7 years she struggled, moving 11 times, working long hours at any job she could find, chasing her husband down for child support, worrying about raising her kids alone, and keeping them safe. Keeping them fed and clothed, warm in the winter. Making their birthdays and christmas's special. Lucy did not and does not deserve to go through what has recently happened to her. She cries herself to sleep at night, not knowing what the future holds for her and her 2 youngest children now. Jenny and Eric have been sleeping either at their dad's, or one of their sister's, being Donna or Sharon's house. Lucy doesn't get the chance to say good night to them right now, or the kids sayingnight mom. She and her boyfriend were loaned a very small camper by a friend of Lucy's. They at least have some kind of roof over their heads, until hopefully one day soon they can find a place to call home again. I can only hope that she has blankets right now to keep her warm at night. Because for the next week it is going to be really cold at night. Well, I have said enough for now. I'm going to enclose the pictures now. Starting with Eric who is 13, then Jenny who is 15, the 3 pics of the place Lucy and her kids called home.
I thank god Lucy nor her boyfriend Joe nor the kids were in this house the day it burned. God Bless them.