So many thanks go out into the community for so many things. Thanks to the lady riding by on her bike that made an attempt to get the front door open to rescue animals. To the neighbors that called to inform me of the fire, my special neighbor, Nesha. Thanks to the people we don’t know who showed up with pizza to feed us one day. To the person/persons who dropped off miscellaneous items to help with cleanup. To the special friends who showed up to help with cleanup. My children’s friends who took off work and school that first week to help with cleanup.
Special thanks must go out to our church family at University Christian Church. Before the fire was even out, our UCC family filled the yard across the street to check on us and see what they could do for us. They continue to do so and mean the world to us! Thanks also to my Alcott family who came to check on us and who also supplied gift cards. Parents who stopped by before the fire was even out. Thank you to both families for coming together to provide a fundraiser to assist with our rebuild. Thank you to my former classmates from the NHS class of 1976 who has contacted me.
Thank you to the Norman Board of Realtors and the Norman Red Cross division. Your assistance is greatly appreciated. Thanks to 1-800-Board-Up who came out and patiently waited while we removed a few things from the house before boarding it up to protect it from looters.
However, I don’t appreciate nor thank the photographer who exploited my family’s grief that day. The fact that he could go wherever he wanted but I could not, even though it was my house burning, was very disturbing to me. In fact, he was more than likely inhibiting the firefighters and police that were trying to help. The fact that he plastered my children’s picture on the front page of the paper (without our consent) made the day even worse. How would you like to see yourself on the front page of a newspaper during a personal tragedy? Don’t you think it would have been more appropriate to take pictures of the 2-alarm fire in progress? That’s why you were there in the first place, right? My two sons stayed up all night to protect the house from looters; as far as I’m concerned, the photographer is as guilty as those looters, for exposing my daughter’s grief to everyone. Everyone showed us compassion that day except The Norman Transcript photographer.