On June 19, 2026, our lives changed in a way we never could have imagined. Our family is unfortunately no stranger to tragedy, but this was the kind of nightmare that felt more like a scene from a horror movie than real life. At approximately 5:30 P.M., my elderly mother, who walks slower these days, was inside the house watching TV. My nephew had just arrived home from work and was sitting in his car in the driveway, and talking to his girlfriend on FaceTime. Unbeknownst to them a small fire had started on the porch and the wind was taking it for a ride that would prove to be catastrophic. Thankfully, our neighbors across the street noticed the flames. Knowing my mother could be inside, they immediately ran to our home, pounded on the door, and called 911. Because of her mobility limitations, it took some time for her to reach the door. By the time she did, the fire had already spread, covering half the porch. She escaped, leaving everything behind, even her shoes and phone. The wind carried the flames faster than anyone could have imagined. At the same time, my nephew noticed smoke. As he realized what was happening, my mother screamed for him to move his car from the driveway. Within moments, the porch was engulfed in flames, and the fire had swiftly spread into the living room, the roof, and my other nephew’s room, making its way through the house. We truly believe our neighbors’ saved my mother’s life. We are so gratitude for their courage, compassion, and quick, self-less actions. We will carry that gratitude with us forever. We are grateful to the first responders who did what they could to save our home and protect our neighbors and their families. Their compassion, and care during such a frightening time will never be forgotten, we’re deeply appreciated.

For those who know our family, you know our porch was never just a porch. It was the main stage. It was where we drank our morning coffee, played cards, celebrated birthdays, baby showers, weddings, holidays, and gathered with the people we loved most. It was where stories were shared, laughter echoed, arguments ensued and memories were made. Losing it feels like losing a piece of our family’s history. Forty years ago, my parents built more than a house—they built a home, a community. A place where family, friends, neighbors, and even strangers could call home. My father is no longer with us, but we know he is still protecting and providing but from a far better place. In the midst of this heartbreak, we witnessed something extraordinary. The love and support from our neighbors, family, friends, and community has been overwhelming. People brought water, food, coffee, clothing, and most important, comfort. They opened their homes, offered showers, bathrooms, checked on us, prayed for us, and reminded us that we are not facing this alone. Many people have reached out asking how they can help financially. Creating this fund feels like the simplest way for those who wish to assist. The truth is that we are still taking things one day at a time. We do not yet know exactly what the road ahead looks like—only that it will be a long one. While the material losses vary from person to person, the greatest loss cannot be measured in dollars. Every member of our household lost something different—cherished belongings, irreplaceable keepsakes, family heirlooms, and the sense of comfort and security that comes from having a place to call home.

We are devastated by what we have lost, but we are equally humbled by the kindness that has surrounded us since that day and continues to shelter us as we navigate this difficult time. This tragedy has reminded us that while a house can be damaged, the love that made it a home cannot be destroyed. For that, we will be forever grateful. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.