So frustrating…..the things we take for granted…

So a friend of mine pulled out her old cheerleading photos and posted them on facebook and thought I’d be silly and post them back. So I went to grab my old photo albums and realized I couldn’t. That when we lost our home to the fire we lost everything. I hate not having things like that it kills me to think of the precious memories we lost that day.

We did however have enough time to enter the house and grab a few surviving things. This is all that remains:

At the time I think my heart was so broken and I was feeling so low that hubby just excused the stuff I put in there. We didn’t have much time to go and and try and sort through things. The house wasn’t safe since floors had literally fallen through and steps on staircases were literally gone so I wasn’t supposed to enter the house alone. The air was so gross and thick that it was hard to breathe in it for long periods of time. I went to see if I had those photo albums today and I hadn’t been in that shed in ages. I don’t like to look in it and remember what was lost. But knowing there are things in there is comforts me to know that not all things are lost.

Well my poor hubby’s work shed is filled with junk. Seriously why would I save my pans? There is no way what so ever I would eat off one of those! Everything in there reeks of smoke even though it has been two years, and has this gross thick film over it. I need to start throwing some of it out now that my minds understands some of it. I just don’t know how to throw away the ruined photographs. Those still break my heart. I don’t have any pictures of Johnny under the age of 4 because I wasn’t yet digital, so the remains of those pictures are in this shed. I’m sure I can find somewhere else to put them although they can’t come inside the house.

I was most pleased when I stumbled across this box:

This is a box I kept through high school. You see I started dating my hubby back in the beginning of 9th grade. We didn’t have “texting” back then so passing notes was “cool”. I kept them all. Both our prom tickets, photos, school ID’s. They are all in there.

Of course I took everything out and read them all. While the paper is faded and stained its still legible.

And also, darn it, my hubby used to be sweet. So sweet. Why is it that they can’t say those sweet romantic things to use now. Well, at least I still have the proof that he’s capable.