Rebuilding house and life after a fire
This blog is a journal about a challenging time in my life due to a house fire, my son's depression, and beginning my empty nest stage of life. The fire at my house occured exactly 6 weeks before the first entry, and reliving it through writing is both difficult and helpful.The journal has caught up to real time now, but I do look back now and then to reflect and add perspective.Archives
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One Year Anniversary (99)
As I write this chapter, it is exactly one year since I got the call from my neighbor, while I was getting off the airplane, telling me there was a fire at my house and my son was on the … Continue reading
Posted in Change, Depression, Family Crisis, House Fire, My Life, Personal Memoir, Son, Stress, Turkey, Uncategorized
Tagged BAMC, Bastrop fires, Brooke Army Medical Center, change, daughter, dogs, empty nest, father's death, fire, fire anniversary, house, immigration laws, insurance, miscarriage, my life, personal memoir, post-trauma stress, reactions, smoke inhalation, son, son's depression
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How much is health worth? (33)
On May 12, as my house was burning, my son was taken to the ER. He didn’t want to go. I’ve got to go to the airport to pick up my mom, he kept saying. But the ambulance crew insisted. … Continue reading
Posted in Daughter, Depression, Family Crisis, Firefighters, Germany, Health Care, Hospital, House Fire, Insurance, Money Issues, My Life, Personal Memoir, Son
Tagged BAMC, Brooke Army Medical Center, burn unit, daughter, ER, fire, Germany, health care reforms, hospital, insurance, money, my life, personal memoir, smoke inhalation, son, son's depression
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Blogging virgin (20)
The house fire and its consequences have taken over my life. It’s a rare day that I don’t have some task related to it. Friends and family want to know how it’s going with me, the kids, and the house, … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging, Dogs, Family, Family Crisis, Hospital, House, House Fire, My Life, New Beginning, Personal Memoir, Rescue Dogs, Son, Therapy, Writing
Tagged BAMC, blogging, Brooke Army Medical Center, burn unit, ER, family, fire, hospital, my life, personal memoir, rescue dogs, son, writing
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What a difference a day makes (6)
It’s around 10 p.m., just 24 hours after the fire. I’ve had about 3 hours sleep total. I’m almost too tired to sleep. I’m back in the guest room at my neighbor’s house. My hosts insist I can stay as … Continue reading
Posted in Depression, Dogs, Family, Family Crisis, Hospital, House, House Fire, My Life, Personal Memoir, Post-Trauma Stress, Son, Uncategorized
Tagged BAMC, Brooke Army Medical Center, burn unit, ER, family, hospital, house, my life, personal memoir, rescue dogs, smoke inhalation, son, son's depression
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No hat, no salute zone (4)
I’m not very comfortable around hospitals. I’m not too fond of uniforms either. A military hospital is the last place I want to be. Actually, I’m uncomfortable around anything to do with the military. It’s amazing I lasted three years … Continue reading
Posted in Depression, Dogs, Family Crisis, Hospital, House Fire, Military, My Life, Personal Memoir, Son, Uncategorized
Tagged BAMC, Brooke Army Medical Center, burn unit, ER, fire, gas leak, Germany, hospital, my life, personal memoir, rescue dogs, smoke inhalation, son, son's depression
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Where there’s fire, there’s smoke (3)
After watching our son be airlifted to the Brooke Army Medical Center in San Antonio for more tests , we slowly make our way through a deserted central Austin out to the northern suburbs to see what has become of my house. … Continue reading
Posted in Austin, Dogs, Family, Family Crisis, Hospital, House, House Fire, House Sale, My Life, Personal Memoir, Rescue Dogs, Son, Uncategorized
Tagged BAMC, Brooke Army Medical Center, fire, gas leak, house, kitchen, my life, personal memoir, rescue dogs, smoke damage
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Snaps and snails and puppy dog tails (2)
Your son or daughter is still your child, whether at 2 or 20. My son is at that awkward, difficult, transitional stage – no longer a rebellious teen but not quite launched into independent adulthood. We are often at odds … Continue reading
Posted in Depression, Family, Family Crisis, Hospital, House Fire, My Life, Personal Memoir, Relationships, Son, Uncategorized
Tagged BAMC, broken heart, Brooke Army Medical Center, burn unit, ER, fire, gas leak, hospital, my life, personal memoir, smoke inhalation, son, son's depression
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