Just wanted to post a little update and say thanks again for all the support.
We have found a temporary residence which is a really big deal for us, especially Trish. It's the first step towards normalcy despite our heavy hearts and will allow us to have some sanctity in our home life. Here's a picture of the home from last summer and we are extremely grateful to those who made it available to us.
This week Trish was able to do a lot of her work from home despite the rest of her crew being in Florida and I was able to go to Chicago with a more typical work week. When I arrived in Chicago I was greeted by some pretty brutal weather, highs in the single digits, lows below zero and winds over 20mph. I've certainly been colder places, but Chicago has a knack for catching me unprepared and this time not because I didn't think things through.
I arrived at O'Hare with a spring/fall coat, no hat and no gloves. I'm a pretty hearty guy so I wasn't much worried about it. A half mile walk from the train station to our Chicago office dragging a suitcase and when I arrived the tough guy persona was all washed up. Fortunately one of my coworkers lent me a hat and some gloves and at least being outside for a few minutes didn't need to seem like a near death experience.
So my last day in Chicago I was able to do some shopping and pick up some of the cold weather gear lost in the fire. I visited the Patagonia store off the magnificent mile and started loading up on the things I had lost. The sales associate was a bit curious and asked me where I was traveling to, and I let him know of our ordeal. He left me alone for a bit, then returned and helped me finish shopping. When I was checking out he let me know that Patagonia extended me 50% off on my entire purchase which immediately put me to tears.
More than our cherished pets or all our possessions being lost what brings a tear to my eye most is the kindness of others. From watching a guy give some granola bars to a homeless man on the train to someone giving up their seat on a flight, it weighs heavy on my heart hoping that I would do the same. The thought that so many people have stepped up to help Trish and I is completely humbling and we are looking forward to the time that we can pass along the donation to the respective charities who have made a huge difference in our lives.
On Tuesday of this week, Trish will get to meet the firefighters who rescued her. My Mom and sister had asked them what we could do for them, letting them know we would probably fall short of the million dollars it cost for a new fire truck, and all they asked is for an opportunity to meet Trish. I've been told that what transpired isn't the norm and firefighters will devote a lifetime to trying to save people and under these circumstances not have this kind of results .
For that and everything else we are forever grateful, humbled and extremely fortunate.