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Sunday, March 6, 2005

My life should be a soap...
No, not a bar of Dial with "Katana" ingraved on it, you weirdos. >.> Due to recent tradgedies in my life, I haven't been up to posting.
Wednesday morning, at around 8:15, my friend's house burned down. This friend is Kelsey, and she was my first friend when I moved to where I am now, way back in fourth grade. We've sat next to each other on the bus every year.
Inside the burning house were her father and younger sister, Emma. Her dad was quickly found and treated for smoke inhilation and third-degree burns. Emma, however, was trapped inside. When the firefighters found her and brought her outside, she was dead and had to be revived.
Emma and her dad were airlifted to Delnor Community Hospital, then to Layola.
And all this happened just one hour after the bus picked up Kelsey. That was the last time I ever saw that house.
Emma was showing no brain activity. Even if she did wake up, she would probably have never moved her talked for the rest of her life. Her parents couldn't take it, and took her off of life support. Emma died.
She was only five years old.
I cry whenever I think about her. (I'm doing it now.) She was a cherubric little girl with a bright personality and an energy streak. I remember seeing her as a little baby in a stroller when I went out for a walk five years ago. And now she's gone.
She's gone and not coming back. That's the fact that I find hardest to accept. Even though I'm horrible when it comes to the death, I usually get over it. But not now. It's been almost a week, and I still break out in tears whenever I think about her.
I was out in the yard today and drew a picture of Emma as an angel. She was adorable. But I welled up while working on it more than once; my vision became blurry when I didn't expect it. She's dead. She's really gone.
Kelsey's in the band, and Mr. Vandenbosch gave us pep talks two days at the beginning of band. "We look after our own," he says. We were trying to think up ways to help out Kelsey's family, and, for once, the resident idiot thought up a good idea.
"Why don't we try and get Extreme Makeover: Home Edition to help rebuild the house?"
That was a great idea, we all murmured. Problem was, as Mr. V said, is with insurance (stuff I really don't get). But we're all enthusiastic to try and get EM in.
If you want to read some online articles about the events, then check out the following links:
Emma's Death
More Info
The best obituary I found of Emma
An earlier report
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