A few short days after the fire,
an adjuster flew in to access the damage on the structure.
We just prayed and prayed they would total the house,
as we had heard horror stories of how they don’t always do that.
I still can’t get over what melted, was left standing and the smoke damage.
Just like out of an eerie movie.
He came in from South Texas and said he was scared to even get close to it, for fear of it caving in.
He was amazed at how fast we had all worked and the community had come in to help in searching for items. He told us to find a demolition business and get it going. We were all worried about the gang of little blonde head kids that roam our neighborhood, so we knew we needed to act quickly…
Some of our good friends have a business and were able to get on it quickly,
and just like that, it was gone.
I kept thinking that I shouldn’t go over there, but we all know I did.
The hardest part was seeing the kiddos stuff laying around and their rooms, literally cut in half.
Who would have thought I would have ever of had an 18 wheeler parked in my kitchen?