Day 3 Tuesday - con't Shattered looking glass

Tuesday continued for what felt like an eternity.
We headed back to our host home for lunch and waited for Darcy to join us for "a couple of hours" of detailing what we lost, our possesions.
"Lets start in the kitchen" said Darcy. We look at a picture she took of the inside of a kitchen cabinet. "How many place settings of dishes do you have? Is that Fiestawear?" Trust me this lady knows her stuff. She could rattle brand names off better than we could recite our family members names. She also knows every home party business out there and oh boy have I contributed to just a few.
Every cabinet and drawer. The pantry. "What is behind the pitcher on the top shelf?" Every item and sometimes she would groups of things, like dish towels or hot pads. And everything assigned a value of what a new one would cost.
Next the breakfast nook, the front room, the closet, the living room and the completely gutted mud room.

The fire started in the garage. Moved into the attic above the garage and then the attic above the bed room. The firefighters must have fought hard to keep it from moving into the living room. The threashold between the mud room and livingroom is charred severely.

So we thought hard and imagined and probably closed our eyes trying to picture the coats in the mud room closet as if we were grabbing one to head out for work. Which pair of shoes would we put on. How many were there for another day. Was the gym bag there? How many extra sets of gloves and scarves were in a bin in the closet?

Next Darcy's pictures took us upstairs. The front bedrooms have little if any roof above them but the fire didn't seem to have been in the rooms much except for the ceilings. You hear about how a fire lives in movies and it sounds weird or creepy, but to see how it damaged the house and how it traveled, I understand.

There is a pile of frozen solid insulation piled on my dresser. Beneath it is my silver butterfly necklace, I believe. I hope. We will get it on Thursday, if it is there.

We continued looking  thru photos of the rooms and listing items and watching Darcy's fingers fly on the keyboard "Do you have any snacks?" she asked. We all snacked. Six hours into the process she asked if we had about another hour and a half in us. We did, so we sent Kyle to pick up Panda Express and we kept going. What was in the attic? Oh! The legos! "How many?" So very many. We guessed about $7000 worth of Legos after talking about sets we owned and all of the instruction books. My wedding dress, which I would never fit in or wear again and the list goes on.
At eight and half hours she felt we were done. Email anything you think of. "If you recover anything from the house and can keep it and can use it we'll take it off the list."
Darcy went home to a sick kid and husband that should have been asleep 3 hours ago since he works before the sun rises.

It's just stuff, right? Yes, it's just stuff. You need some of it. You grow accustomed to it being in your life. It documented or represented things and times.
We hope we are more thoughtful about the stuff we accumulate in the future.