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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It’s not really the end … (103)
Last weekend I had a housewarming party. I’ve been in my new home for over 3 months now, and while there are still a few mini-projects to finish up, the house is basically unpacked, decorated, and settled. This party was … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging, Depression, Dogs, House Fire, My Life, New Beginning, Personal Memoir, Son, Writing
Tagged AAA insurance, Bastrop fires, blogging, Buddy, burn unit, colleagues, contractor, daughter, dogs, empty nest, ER, fire, house fire, housewarming party, insurance, mental illness, my life, personal memoir, realtors, Rosie, smoke inhalation, son's depression, Specialty Restoration of Texas, writing
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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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Lessons learned? (55)
Some people believe that everything happens for a reason. Others think every event is purely random and meaningless. I guess my own view is somewhere between the two extremes. I tend to analyze the cause and effect of situations, over-analyze … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging, Change, Colleagues, Daughter, Dogs, Friends, Insurance, My Life, Personal Memoir, Personal Property, Rebuilding, Son, Spanish
Tagged Buddy, colleagues, comfort, daughter, ER, fire, gas leak, house, insurance, my life, personal memoir, reactions, Rosie, smoke inhalation, son
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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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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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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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Ready, set, . . . fire! (1)
The evening flight from Dallas to Austin is thankfully short. It’s usually crowded and often late, full of tired commuters back from some business trip, just like me. I was particularly glad to deboard since I was squished into the middle … Continue reading
Posted in Austin, Family, Family Crisis, Hospital, House Fire, House Sale, My Life, Personal Memoir, Son
Tagged ER, family, fire, gas leak, hospital, house, my life, personal memoir, smoke inhalation, son
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After the Fire: Rebuilding house and life 