Two years ago today, we had a perfect night. Crisp, clear, and beautiful, you could practically feel the quick-silver energy of spring crackling in the air. We were in that limbo of the changing seasons with one foot in fur-lined boots and the other in flip-flops, but we were definitely on the cusp of change. Hope and promise and the hint of so many lovely days to come were everywhere that night. So this country girl left the windows wide open and went to sleep.
Around midnight, I awoke to the sound of voices outside. Certain that it was neighborhood teens drawn outside by the beautiful weather, I was irritated. I needed to get back to sleep. I am not actually a girl any more, and we more seasoned gals need our beauty sleep.
When I went to the window to call out to them, time stopped. The house two doors down was engulfed in flames. A young family of seven was sobbing on the front lawn. The images kept coming then, stacked one upon another, each one more heartbreaking than the one that came before. Neighbors trying to keep the flames at bay with garden hoses. A little boy patting his Mama’s arm. Fire truck after fire truck after fire truck lined up through the neighborhood—a brotherhood of firemen trying to save the home of one of their own. A baby girl wrapped in a neighbor’s sweatshirt. Little bare feet everywhere in the too cool air. Two more pictures stood out. A house there. Then not.
The family had just moved in three weeks prior, but we were already connected. Maybe it was because this young family was our mirror in many ways with 4 boys and a girl. Maybe it was because the boys had become such fast friends. Our kids were already playing together every day, wearing out our side yard with spirited games of soccer. Maybe it was because I was already friends with the husband’s sister and knew the extended family a little. Time doesn’t define all relationships.
My family tried to help in any way we could. But in addition to the burnt scar in the ground just two houses away that we saw EVERY. SINGLE. DAY., we now had a quiet empty soccer field beside the house. Whoever said silence is golden hasn’t walked around a neighborhood after a tragedy.
A little while after the fire, Eddie, then 3, and I visited the family to see how they were doing. You never REALLY know what to expect from preschoolers, but Eddie walked right up to their 3 year old Bezzy like they hadn’t missed a beat.
“Your house burned down. That’s sad.” I froze, but I didn’t need to worry. Their three year old son Bezzy started jabbering away about everything that was going on. He told Eddie every last toy that he lost, every lovey that was gone forever, and, saddest of all, that their dear dog had died in the fire too. These were preschoolers, and they were talking like two wizened old souls.
Bezzy’s mom Sarah told me that the fire had unmoored Bezzy, shattering his notion of home and safety. Bezzy had pretty much stopped talking after that night and had retreated into his own little world of play. Eddie was reaching across a divide with his friendship to pull Bezzy to the other side. As we were watching these two little guys chatter on, we sensed the change, saw with our own eyes how the simple gifts of acknowledgment and a listening heart could bring someone through limbo to the cusp of change. Then this. . .
“Well, let’s eat a cracker, and then play with some trucks.”
Yes, let’s.
Two years on, and the family is back in our neighborhood in a beautiful new home, and the neighborhood play has resumed.
Sarah was asked to give a talk at her local church about what people can do when tragedy strikes, and she told the boys’ story. It’s especially beautiful when coupled with one of Sarah’s favorite sayings that she often shared on their year-long journey from the fire back into their home: God’s favorite way of showing up is through His people.
Indeed.
Today I picked up a pile of dirty sweatshirts out beside our makeshift side yard soccer field. Warmer weather, longer days, and the promise of long afternoons filled with not-so-much-to-do are right around the corner. Knee-deep in extra laundry and waging a daily battle against the dirt mound threatening to engulf us, I could complain, but I don’t. This time of year is special. Full of promise. Laden with hope. I want to remember that today.
Brings joy to my heart! Reminds me of the saying “Out of the mouths of babes….”
I am sobbing! That is such a true and beautifully told story, Erin. What in the world would we do if God didn’t show up in His people after a tragedy? <3
Beautiful!!!
Love truly prevails!
Beautiful post. Beautiful.
Oh what a reminder of that day! Love the sad/sweet story. God is good and always works for good…rejoice!!
In the blink of an eye, life can shift. Thank you for sharing this…it will give me perspective as I grumble about the snow laundry.
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You can still grumble about snow laundry. ; ) Erin
Wow–so beautiful. Thank you!
Glad you liked it. Erin
Thanks for bringing the happy tears. Those are my favorite. 🙂
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Yay for happy tears. Erin
Reading your post was like reading a beautiful poem. Tender, tragic and human. Those two boys lifted ME up the same way they lifted up an entire town. Thank you for sharing this poignant story. RIP to their beloved dog (felt very badly about that…)
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We all miss their dog. He was a special one. Erin
You made me cry! Beautiful story, thank you for sharing!
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Aww, Bridget. Sorry ’bout that. I was kind of emotional writing it honestly. Erin
Ok, maybe it’s the wine. But seriously crying! It’s so sad, and so beautiful. And also so true. Kids just don’t have all of those walls and stigmas we have. Everything is still ahead of them!
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Oooh, I wish I had thought to add about the walls and stigmas. Yes! Erin
A fabulously beautiful story. We can learn so much from simply listening to 3 year olds.
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Agreed. Erin
Dagnabbit I don’t know how I missed this earlier this week but now I sit here with tears flowing. We often think kids don’t get it. But they do and so much more than we as adults do. Just beautiful and I am so glad they got a new home built and are still close to ya’ll if only for those babies.
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They are such a lovely family too. Thanks for reading, Erin
Absolutely beautiful, inspiring, heart wrenching and joyful. Thank you for sharing.
Glad you liked it, JJ. Erin
Out of the mouths of babes. It’s beautiful to witness the comfort they bring with their simplicity and honesty, unlike we who are so afraid of saying the wrong thing that we always do.
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Oh, that’s just beautiful! (Tears streaming down face…) Visiting from Honest Mom Linkup
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I told the story to my students the other day and I was choked up too. Thanks for reading, Erin
Simply beautiful. Found you from Honest Mom’s linkup–so very glad I did. Thank you for sharing!
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I just took the boys hiking near our house on Sunday when we had some beautiful weather here and I was just in such awe of how much (and how little) changes in two years. Thanks for reading, Erin
Really beautiful story about simple human kindness. There are millions like it happening every day all over the world and it’s stories like these that give us hope. Thanks for sharing!
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It really is. Thanks for reading! And I totally agree! Erin
It’s amazing how kids can get to the heart of what’s important, because those filters we have as adults aren’t yet in place. Beautiful!
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I am crying right now. I miss my grandsons so much. They cling to eachother and live far away from me after losing their mom almost 3 years ago. Kids can be so in tune to eachother.
Wonderful but sad story
Thanks for sharing
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Thank you for reading. Erin