On Friday afternoon the girls and I returned home from some errands and I immediately noticed smoke pouring out of the window of the neighbor behind us. I ran over and rang the doorbell and knocked but no one answered so I called Bryan, "There's smoke coming out of the neighbor's window, I call 911 right?" Embarrassing that I called Bryan to verify, but this is not something that routinely happens in my everyday life. He said yes so I quickly hung up and dialed 911.
It felt so crazy to be calling 911- not something I ever expected or hoped to do. But within just a few minutes the first trucks arrived and we watched the firefighters get suited up and head in. Eventually there were 7 trucks on our street, and they stayed for hours.
I didn't know the woman who lived there. I hear from neighbors that she was elderly, hardly left her home, and had some very unhealthy habits. After waiting for a while with no news, the fire chief finally came over and told us that she didn't make it. We do know the neighbors on each side- both families have little kids Jilly's age. Thankfully there was very minimal damage to both of those units. It was a sad and scary day for our neighborhood.
