Wightman Home

While walking around taking photos I said "I wonder where Lee's house is?" and as it turns out we were only 50 feet down the road, the area was just so devastated I didn't recognize it untill I saw Lee's truck. A family of 5, everything gone... everything. Lee told us his story. The family had been at the beach when the fire started, they realized it was close to home and raced across town to get there. When they arrived they were given 5 minutes to get things and get out. The home behind theirs was already on fire and the fence dividing their yards was on fire too. When they arrived and opened the door one of their dogs got loose and Lee's son started chasing him. In the end all the time they had was spent retrieving their pets, they got no photos, no heirlooms, nothing. As Lee talked I felt my heart breaking into 1000 pieces. Every so often from the ashes of the home one of his children would shout "Dad look, I found some baseball cards!" or "I found almost all of my dance shoes" and my heart would break even more.

The Wightman family remains in our thoughts and prayers.

These are aluminum rims, melted as you can see.


Lee said "This is all thats left of my 2 stroke motor" as he threw this chunk of melted metal across what remained of his yard... his life.
This was actually my husband Ron's truck, we gave it to Lee last year. You can't tell by looking, but when this truck had tires on it you needed steps to get into it.

Behind the wheel of Ron's old Chevy.

This is the view from across the street when I looked up and realized Lee's house was right there. Thats children (young teens) digging though what was once their bedrooms looking for any memories they can find.
We stood under this skeleton of a tree while we spoke.