The night seems like it was yesterday to me. The rain was falling heavily. Our neighbourhood’s quiet was broken by sirens, and the sky was illuminated by flames. Soon, word got out that an apartment complex on the outskirts of town had caught fire. When I got the word that my husband’s car had been discovered parked outside that same building, my heart fell. He wasn’t picking up the phone. I was in a panic.
The fire was still being suppressed when I arrived on the site. Nobody was let inside. I was informed that several bodies had been completely destroyed by fire. My spouse was thought to be the owner of one of them. I passed out. Family and friends came together to grieve. I buried an ash-filled casket a few days later due to the unsatisfactory forensic results. They said that nothing could be done because everything had turned to ash. To read more click here
How he died by fire years later found enjoying with a woman
