The smell of the smoke and the sight of the ash.
The overwhelming feeling of intimidation – hurry up the stairs and through the back door just like an 100 yard dash.
The presence of visitors who haven’t been guests for years but finally came.
It was a freak accident, who can you possibly blame?
Call the ones that fight fires, this reunion didn’t go as planned according to our desires.
For everything it’s worth, the meal looked quite delightful.
As we said, “We can’t believe this shit!” Who knew this occasion would be so frightful?
We are all alright, and you can count on family to make a strange day have such a great night.
