Yesterday afternoon a home about a mile from ours exploded. I'm not kidding. The house blew up -- gas leak, pilot light, etc. The couch was on a neighbors roof, pieces of the home were all over that neighborhood.
Apparently a work crew, punctured a gas line nearby and though the gas readings were safe, the owner and gas worker were killed. Her child was outside with the father as she was rushed to the children's hospital as a precaution. The image of that poor man cradling his daughter looking at the rubble that contained his wife's body will be forever tattooed on my brain.
This story is so sad. Its really affected me. A sad reminder of how quickly it can all be over, how a child can be left motherless (so young she won't even be able to remember her), how that poor man will probably forever blame himself for not going in in her stead. The tradegy of this story for me lies in the random, totally pointless deaths of these two normal people.
I'm sorry for sharing such a sad story. I just needed to get it out of my system.
I have an amusing story that I will be sending seperately a little later. It even has a picture!
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