This represents where I'm trying to get to. It does get better and there is always hope. We saw this at the beach and I choose to take it as a reminder that I am not alone in this thing, and I never was.

This was my moms room, or whats left of it, because of the smoke damage, they had to strip the room to its walls and start over.

The picture below is the view from downstairs facing my and Gabe's rooms.

This picture below is facing the front door. It all looks so hollow now, its hard to accept we will live here again.

The stairs heading up to the second floor. The white stuff you will see on every durface is some stuff they spray on the wood to get rid of the heavy smoky smell. I hope it works.

This is the living room, where we watched TV. It looks so odd now, so empty now. I find it hard some times to remember what it was like living there, like it was a lifetime ago.