What remains of #316…

I am done writing about the fire on this blog after this post – I don’t want to give it another minute of my life.  I may write about folks’ thoughtfulness, graciousness, kindness and support in regard to the fire, but that is it.  I hate fire and I can’t dwell in this mindset any longer.  But before I go I am going to share some photos that my daughter Sarah took when she, her brother Noah, and his roommate Alex went back up to what remained of the apartment.

Yes, indeed – amazingly the management company let the residents go back into the building and up to the third floor.  My jaw is still hanging open at how potentially dangerous that was – if I had known then, what I know now about the state of #316,  I would have physically blocked my children and Alex from going in there.  That management company is darn lucky no one got hurt.  I am so very thankful that none of the residents got hurt – that would have been the unhappiest of endings after they all got out uninjured.

I think these pictures Sarah took tell the story of the destruction- they are small because they came off Facebook and I could not adjust them.  If you want to see them full-size and are my friend on Facebook look under the Photos of Carol file.  If you aren’t my friend yet – feel free to add me. If the photos below aren’t enough to sicken you see Holden Harwood’s photos on Facebook – but be advised they are startling and terribly sad.

#316 – this is my final goodbye.


Day four hundred and sixty-eight of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

About Ms. C

I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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