Family Tragedy Becomes a Fun Family Tradition

My father retired from the Army in 1987, so my family moved from Germany to Alabama.  We bought a house in East Limestone and after living there only one week the house caught on fire.  It also happened to be on Halloween.

The roof collapsed and the house sustained major water damage in several areas.  We spent the next three months in a rental home, while our house was being rebuilt.

Every Halloween, we would talk about the fire of ’87.  We would reminisce about the amount of damage done by the fire, about how lucky we were that nobody was hurt, and about how so many people helped us during our time of need.

Over the years, the emotional sting diminished and we started to do fun things to commemorate the day.  Sometimes, we go out to eat at Firehouse Subs or Smokey’s BBQ.  Sometimes, we roast marshmallows.

That’s how a family tragedy became a fun family tradition.

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