So
now we know the house is a “total loss” according to all the insurance people.
Totally uninhabitable for lack of a better term. And all personal effects are
considered that as well – a total loss.
But this is the day Husband and I walked through the rubble just one
more time grabbing what few items we felt like we could clean enough and put in
a box as a keepsake. We gathered a few
broken picture frames with melted photos to keep in case we couldn’t find
someone that had a copy or digital one. We found a few of the clay figurines
the kids had made in their kindergarten classes and wiped the ash away. There were 2 frames hanging crookedly on the
wall downstairs in my bedroom. I wiped
the black soot off and took them with me… pictures of R as a baby. So as I did that I realized – the baby
books. I walked to the bottom shelf
where I had all three lined up next to my pregnancy journal. Their drenched pages sat under the 8 inches
of water in that room. I held my tears
on the edge of my eyelids as the restoration representative asked if I wanted
to try to restore them. Yes. I do.
It
was Friday and we had checked out of the first hotel because they did not have
available rooms for the weekend – some volleyball tournament in the area had
precedence. We picked up the kids from
school and went to the new hotel to settle in.
It was so nice to have a little more space. There was a tiny burner stove area and a
refrigerator, as well as a small living space with a couch between the two
rooms. I remember falling asleep on the
chair in that room after making another list.
This time – groceries and shoes.
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