NOTE: This is an update to the previous post, WHAT ONCE WAS, AND IS NO MORE
More rain! The ashes, wet and cold, are all that's left of the home that once was. The dog continues sleeping near the ashes ... waiting. Little Alex cried because he couldn't get his sister out; she was strapped into a car seat and was too heavy to drag out. Abigail cried too, because she would have no Christmas.
And still it rains.
Last Christmas there was a fire too, taking the lives of all three children. We had no opportunity to give them a Christmas; maybe that's why we put so much effort into giving little Alex and his sister a big Christmas.
Inside Alex and Abigail the wounds aren't yet healed ... but for a few hours we saw them forget that tragic night.
Toys, smiles and even laughter: It was Grandma's little house and everyone was there.
Grandma's house is full; a welcome shelter from the wind and rain outside. Getting to and from that house is a slippery struggle in mud three inches deep.
When the rain lets up and our income allows it; we'll be starting on the building.
