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Things you may not know about me #1
Aug. 6th, 2024 08:54 pmToday while at work I was thinking of this as an entry to write since when it happened I was thinking to myself 'If they knew that about me, maybe that wouldn't have been said/joked about"... a weird situation involving a joke between two coworkers about burring the place down. It was obviously a joke but I find jokes like that involving fire, burring things, playing around with fire, ect. in poor taste.
When I was a little girl I lost a brother to a fire. He was an adult at the time and had a place of his own. Well it was a night he came home late from a wedding I believe is how it went and was normally a heavy sleeper, when he woke up to the fire his place was already filled with so much smoke he couldn't see well to get out and got a closet mixed up with the door - both being next to each other. Passing out in that closet and having too much smoke in his lungs was too much. And that's what caused his passing.
This isn't something I share with many people. Heck, I don't remember him because I was five when it happened. But it had a big impact with how I grew up. Hardly having and using candles in the house, keeping up with smoke detectors, having a well known fire plan to leave the house, the impact it had on my parents and other siblings... I just think sometimes people can be insensitive. But how are they to know? They don't. And that's what makes all of us all the more complicated. I'm not mad or bitter about it. Not even upset like you would think. It just got me wondering about stuff, that's all. My mind likes to wander.
I think I may write more things like this to share with you guys. Each of us have our own stories and experiences and it is comforting to share them in this safe space.
When I was a little girl I lost a brother to a fire. He was an adult at the time and had a place of his own. Well it was a night he came home late from a wedding I believe is how it went and was normally a heavy sleeper, when he woke up to the fire his place was already filled with so much smoke he couldn't see well to get out and got a closet mixed up with the door - both being next to each other. Passing out in that closet and having too much smoke in his lungs was too much. And that's what caused his passing.
This isn't something I share with many people. Heck, I don't remember him because I was five when it happened. But it had a big impact with how I grew up. Hardly having and using candles in the house, keeping up with smoke detectors, having a well known fire plan to leave the house, the impact it had on my parents and other siblings... I just think sometimes people can be insensitive. But how are they to know? They don't. And that's what makes all of us all the more complicated. I'm not mad or bitter about it. Not even upset like you would think. It just got me wondering about stuff, that's all. My mind likes to wander.
I think I may write more things like this to share with you guys. Each of us have our own stories and experiences and it is comforting to share them in this safe space.
