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On November 2, I received a phone call to get home. My home was burning down.
I headed home trying to call my sisters and brother and my Dad. My dad was buried on September 28 and in my panic I kept going to call him. Realizing as I was driving he was dead and I couldn’t.
I pull up to my once home to see fire trucks - police men and people everywhere. I do not remember running up - but I suddenly was standing by my driveway watching firefighters soaking and working in both of my daughters windows. An electrical fire started less then 3 foot from my daughters bed and in 15 minutes took my whole life’s work away. As I’m watching the house burn and everyone move I felt as if I had stepped into a dream. I knew if my daughter had been there I could not have got her out. I would have only been able to hope that she would have woke up in time to remember me teaching her to get out the window and wait by our meeting tree. If my son would have been there he would have died trying to save her as they would have been sleeping in like last Saturday’s seem to be. My immense feeling of the could have been was confirmed when the fire investigator took me through my home, the home we’ve lived in for 5 years going on 6. The fire was so invasive that if I had woke up in the middle of the night I never would have made it through the house. I would have never got my child(ren)out. I find solace and great comfort knowing that I am NOT planning a funeral. Seeing my daughters room and my house after the fact, is reality hitting me in the face of devastation and loss that I was saved from. Thank God for grace showed when I arrived at work with my daughter as he did not send me home. Thank God my son did not make it to watch her - lest he be sleeping like 16 year old boys do and wake to find the house engulfed. As I watched my son take a chair and sit in his sisters room, watching the smoke and ash smoldering, with tears being held back - my heart broke as he said “I never would have left her in here mom, I would have got her out”. I already knew that had he been watching her I would have lost both my children.
Brother never would have left the house with little Roo in there burning. I am holding my head up.
Going back to my home the next day I realized I cannot save anything. The fire fighters doing an amazing job had to rip things away from walls and in efforts of looking for my daughters cat seemingly had to turn everything over. Walking into my once home feels so heavy.
I have lost everything I’ve owned and worked for - yet I have my children. I still have my hope and faith.
I now have to start a new life. Carrying nothing but a few heirlooms from the past, I am struggling to even know where to begin. The house is hazardous and I have to acquire a home for my babies right away. I have nothing but what we had on our back that day and our cat! Praise God! Praise God my son has a lot of things at his dads.
The house is a total loss and as I am realizing the devastation of this fire - I am not going to be defeated.
As most know burying my daddy was tough. I am able to find strength knowing that the worst outcome did not happen - now I’m picking up, humbly and gracefully as I can - grateful for hand me downs and open doors of friends. In this time of devastation I am finding restoration and comfort in the words and through the help of love and grace from everyone. I am unable to do this alone. I need the help of a village and am so thankful. I am trying to find a home and I need everything - how I wish I had renters insurance. How I wish I knew how devastating this could be. How I have so many wishes.
Thankyou for your love, donations of clothing and financial assistance as this new beginning for my little family begins. Thank you for your kindness and prayers. I’m truly living on a prayer right now and will be ok. Thanks to you! Maryjane Gerber PO Box 192 Elizabethtown, Ky 42702 Update: You do not have to donate to go fund me. All you have to do is click the drop-down box for other and enter 0$. THANKYOU
I headed home trying to call my sisters and brother and my Dad. My dad was buried on September 28 and in my panic I kept going to call him. Realizing as I was driving he was dead and I couldn’t.
I pull up to my once home to see fire trucks - police men and people everywhere. I do not remember running up - but I suddenly was standing by my driveway watching firefighters soaking and working in both of my daughters windows. An electrical fire started less then 3 foot from my daughters bed and in 15 minutes took my whole life’s work away. As I’m watching the house burn and everyone move I felt as if I had stepped into a dream. I knew if my daughter had been there I could not have got her out. I would have only been able to hope that she would have woke up in time to remember me teaching her to get out the window and wait by our meeting tree. If my son would have been there he would have died trying to save her as they would have been sleeping in like last Saturday’s seem to be. My immense feeling of the could have been was confirmed when the fire investigator took me through my home, the home we’ve lived in for 5 years going on 6. The fire was so invasive that if I had woke up in the middle of the night I never would have made it through the house. I would have never got my child(ren)out. I find solace and great comfort knowing that I am NOT planning a funeral. Seeing my daughters room and my house after the fact, is reality hitting me in the face of devastation and loss that I was saved from. Thank God for grace showed when I arrived at work with my daughter as he did not send me home. Thank God my son did not make it to watch her - lest he be sleeping like 16 year old boys do and wake to find the house engulfed. As I watched my son take a chair and sit in his sisters room, watching the smoke and ash smoldering, with tears being held back - my heart broke as he said “I never would have left her in here mom, I would have got her out”. I already knew that had he been watching her I would have lost both my children.
Brother never would have left the house with little Roo in there burning. I am holding my head up.
Going back to my home the next day I realized I cannot save anything. The fire fighters doing an amazing job had to rip things away from walls and in efforts of looking for my daughters cat seemingly had to turn everything over. Walking into my once home feels so heavy.
I have lost everything I’ve owned and worked for - yet I have my children. I still have my hope and faith.
I now have to start a new life. Carrying nothing but a few heirlooms from the past, I am struggling to even know where to begin. The house is hazardous and I have to acquire a home for my babies right away. I have nothing but what we had on our back that day and our cat! Praise God! Praise God my son has a lot of things at his dads.
The house is a total loss and as I am realizing the devastation of this fire - I am not going to be defeated.
As most know burying my daddy was tough. I am able to find strength knowing that the worst outcome did not happen - now I’m picking up, humbly and gracefully as I can - grateful for hand me downs and open doors of friends. In this time of devastation I am finding restoration and comfort in the words and through the help of love and grace from everyone. I am unable to do this alone. I need the help of a village and am so thankful. I am trying to find a home and I need everything - how I wish I had renters insurance. How I wish I knew how devastating this could be. How I have so many wishes.
Thankyou for your love, donations of clothing and financial assistance as this new beginning for my little family begins. Thank you for your kindness and prayers. I’m truly living on a prayer right now and will be ok. Thanks to you! Maryjane Gerber PO Box 192 Elizabethtown, Ky 42702 Update: You do not have to donate to go fund me. All you have to do is click the drop-down box for other and enter 0$. THANKYOU
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Elizabethtown, KY