Thursday, 25 September 2008

• Tragity In Fire

  Just last Sunday one of my neighbor's house burned to the ground. The cause of the fire might have been candle luminaries on their front porch. The horrid fire claimed the lives of two young boys: one wasn't even kindergarten age yet. My sister's friend was burned and got a broken arm and leg from when him and his mother leapt out of the second story window. The mother suffered bad burns and broken bones. The father just suffered burns.

  When I found out about the tragic death of the two boys a hard wave a reality hit me and knocked me to the ground pretty hard.

  All I could think about for the next to days after was how everything important in my life could be taken away from me before I could even blink my eyes.

  First I thought about how horrible it would be to lose my sister to a fire. As obnoxious as she can be I love her. I don't know how I could survive knowing that I lived and my sister didn't. I know I would blame myself for not tying harder to get her out. I would blame myself for not being the one to die in her place. But after the intense counseling I'm sure they'd convince me that I lived for a reason and blah, blah, blah. Personally, when counselors tell people that they didn't die for a reason, it annoys me to no end. What does that mean? Does it mean the person you're grieving over didn't have a reason to live any more? Oh well...

  The second thing I thought about was what it was like to lose a friend to a fatal fire. One of the boys was my neighbor's best friend. If I lost my bestests to a fire I would be just as unstable as I would be if I lost my own sibling. The only difference would be that most likely I would have no way of blaming myself.

  Another thing I thought about was how bad as a parent it must feel to lose two of your children because of most likely carelessness. I can't even imagine how much guilt I would feel at all. I'm sure I would wounder why it wasn't me instead of them. But I'm not a parent so I'm not sure how I would react.

  I feel really bad for this family. The oldest son was the one who lived. He's in my sister's grade. She was so worried that he might have been hurt when we saw the house before we knew the details. Later she told me that if he had died too she would be crying right now. I know I would have cried a lot if one of my friends died. That Sunday I cried just because my sister was upset and crying and I couldn't handle the fact that she could lose one of her friends.

  Anyway, I'm doing everything I can to help the family get back up on their feet. I can't do much but I can help and I know this.

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