Thank you all so much. My sisters and I spent a 3rd day among the ashes yesterday trying to find anything worth saving. There really isn’t very much left. We pulled out enough stuff to cover half of a small flat bed trailer, but even half of that will probably end up in the trash. The furniture that’s left is smoke/water damaged beyond saving.
The worst part of all of this is that he apparently didn’t have insurance. My mom used to handle all of the bills. It looks like that was something that just didn’t get renewed at some point years ago after mom got sick.
Greg, my dad’s name is Roger. I appreciate you taking the time to ask and make things more personal. A few of you even got to meet him at Ben’s last October.
Thank you to those praying for me, as well. I initially thought I was taking things well, but for 3 nights, when I lay my head on the pillow, all I see is that burned out hull. I’ve had various visions / nightmares multiple times per night. It’s so odd because I haven’t lived in that house since 1992. You’d think 30 years would be enough to detach me, but apparently I’m far more attached than I realized.
I wasn’t going to post this because it just feels like begging, but so many people have asked me if they could donate money for my dad. I’ve been overwhelmed with gratitude. I’ve been crying off and on all morning at the outpouring of love… often from people that have never or will never meet my dad. If you feel moved to help, my niece set up a GoFundMe page.
Needless to say, every penny will go to Dad.
Again, thank you all so much. I’m literally overwhelmed by the amount of love and support we’ve received from so many people.