One year ago tonight, my husband and i tearfully loaded up our vehicles with clothing and pictures and children and animals. We drove over to see if we could get to my mother's house on the other side of where we live, thinking that the fire hadn't reached her as well. We watched in horror as the fire raced down the mountain toward my mom's house and were told that we couldn't get to her.
Tearfully, we headed down the hill toward safety without her. She said she would be fine and thank goodness she was. She stayed on fought the fire at her house, more than likely saving it. The firemen had given up, there was nothing they could do except make a stand at key points and hope for the best.
As we sat in a hotel for several days, mom stayed waterless and without electricity with her horses and cats. The town was empty, save for a few other brave souls. Some of them stopped by and made sure she was ok, made sure she had food for the horses. The house across the street from her burned, the house behind her burned, the house three doors down burned. Hers was saved. Ours was saved. The fire burned within a mile of our house, we had damage but no losses of property.
One year later and I'm so thankful for the fact that my mom is still here, that my kids, my house and my husband are all safe. We are so lucky. Only 9% of those who lost their homes have rebuilt. Some may never rebuild, they were underinsured and don't have the money to replace their homes.
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