Almost.


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They are finally going to raze Mom and Dad's house--or what exists of it. Mom and Dad wanted to do a few more inventory jobs (even though they said they were finished a week or more ago); I think they held off on the inventory jobs that were the most painful to do. Treasures from years long ago. Mom cries now; Dad cries now. I've always cried. ( Read more... )

Well, some don't.

My mother and I are so alike it's almost scary. My sister points it out all the time. (This really pisses me off, because, well, ... nevermind.) Jessica and I could not be more different ( Read more... )

My sister sent a text message (since I was in the library I couldn't answer the phone) saying they finally finished taking inventory of our parents' house and this morning dump trucks were lined up ready to haul off what charred remains were left in the innards of their home. It took my parents, my sister, my daughter, and my brother nearly a ( Read more... )

I mean, he went crawling about in a house on fire looking for my brother. He singed his hair and burned his scalp. (And this was only a week or two after having a hip replacement.) It's possible he stopped scouting about for my brother only because Jessica was near the house screaming at the top of her lungs that Leon (my brother) was already ( Read more... )