Yesterday afternoon we met some friends at a park in the neighborhood adjacent to ours. I decided to walk since it was so nice outside, and on our way back home, I realized I was hearing a lot of sirens nearby. It was rush hour at that point, so I figured there had been a car accident somewhere and didn't think much of it. But then I turned a corner to head toward my section of the neighborhood and saw a giant cloud of gray smoke in the sky.
My spatial recognition skills are not awesome, but I could tell that it looked like it was pretty darn close. Sure enough, when I was about a block and a half away from our house, I looked in the opposite direction and saw this:
It felt like half the neighborhood was just standing there, watching the firefighters work their hardest to get the fire under control while we all wondered what happened, if anyone was inside the house, it they would be able to keep it from spreading to other houses.
Eventually they were able to put all the flames out, and most of us returned home as they began taping off the scene. We came back out later and learned that there was an elderly couple living in the home, and unfortunately the woman was killed in the fire.
You see things like this on the news all the time, but this one quite literally hit too close to home. I'm obviously very sad for the family involved, but selfishly also very thankful I didn't arrive home to find that our house was the cause of all the commotion. Hugging my loved ones tightly today - yes, even those pesky dogs of mine...