9/03/2007

Meeting April


The first time I met April was at my oldest son’s first birthday. I hadn’t paid much attention to her, as I was stressed out about all the details of the big party. I do remember noticing how pretty she was, and how much effort she made to get to know our family. She seemed comfortable and open, instead of shy and nervous, like she just fit.


It wasn’t long until she was engaged to my husband’s brother, and while I still didn’t know her very well, I was excited. I could tell she was someone that I wanted to get to know and be good friends with. It took a while, mostly because of my own shyness, but we slowly started to do things together and to confide in each other. I remember one night, at our family cabin, she had stayed up until 11:00 p.m. talking to me, and I felt like she had known me forever and knew what words I needed to hear at the time. She was very comforting to talk to and I found myself wanting to be more patient, understanding, and loving, like she was. I couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for us.

Loving April

When she came by house to visit me after I had my second child, she sat on my couch, holding my tiny little daughter, and she was glowing almost as much as if it were her own child. She said to me "I have always loved kids but I felt I wasn’t ready until now. Holding her makes me want one of my own!" She was glowing for a reason, a few days later she found out that she was pregnant, and we were both thrilled that it was a girl. We were so excited to have our daughters close together, and we knew they would love being cousins, as much as we loved being sister-in-laws. I was so grateful to have my daughter’s life be blessed with such a wonderful aunt. I knew she'd be the aunt my daughter would turn to when she needed a woman's advice but didn't want to ask her mom.

After the arrival of her daughter, she was at home more, which made the computer an easy way to communicate. We started emailing each other little things here and there, forwarded funnies from other emails, or recipes we had just tried. Our emails turned into longer and more personal conversations, and became more frequent, to the point of emailing each other several times a day. I would go about my chores for the day, leaving the computer on, so that I could hear the pop-up alert when an email arrived, and I would smile to myself wondering what the next email would be. We got very close, being able to talk to each other so often, writing has a way of letting you say things you may forget to say in person, and lets you open up a little more than you might face to face.

We started planning a lot of things together, we’d take our kids to museums or parks, she helped me learn about healthy eating, I helped her decorate her daughter’s bedroom. We talked a lot about the future and the things we would someday do with our kids as they got older. We got very personal and trusting with each other, there are so many moments when a mom just needs someone to talk to that is going through the same things, struggling with being home all day and trying to fit time for ones-self in with the duties of being a wife, mother, and homemaker. Each time I confided in her, she was supportive and honest, always had good advice for me, and inspired me to become a better person. I wish I could say I did the same for her, but I don’t think she needed any of that from me, she seemed to have already mastered all the areas I was needing help with.

My favorite day with April was on our joint birthday celebration. Our birthdays are 5 days apart, and I invited her to join me for a day of self-indulgence. We started with massages and facials, then went out to lunch and went shopping. However, what we were doing wasn’t nearly as significant as who we were with, each other. I loved having her with me that day, I originally planned to go by myself, as I didn’t think anyone would want to go with me. I’m so glad she not only wanted to, but was very excited to, and we had a perfect day. We fantasized of a future where our husbands would be rich enough that we could make this a monthly outing. We vowed at the very least, that it would be our annual birthday ritual.

For a long time I had longed for this kind of relationship. Each of my sisters and sister-in-laws are very important and special to me, and fit a different role and need in my life. April filled a different part that I had been missing. We had a lot in common but didn’t agree on everything, yet we were comfortable enough for a level of honesty that is hard to get unless you are very close and personal with someone. As friends grew apart, and became too busy within their own households, April didn’t seem to mind the time I took out of her day and wasn’t ever too busy for me. And yet, it wasn’t just me she was making time for. She was still an incredible wife and mother, and had her own sisters that she was very close to, as well as other family that she spent time with. I don’t know how she spread herself so far, yet she was not spreading herself thin.

Losing April

April had just moved into her new house, and had been working hard to get it unpacked and decorated. It was a beautiful home that she and her husband had put a lot of hard work into. They had lived humbly and managed their money well, and it was paying off as their dream home became a reality. I was so excited to see how it looked. I saw it once right before closing, but was anxious to see how it turned out with all the decorating and furnishings. We arranged for me to come over with my kids at 3:00 on Tuesday, February 6th, to see the house, and let our kids play together.

The night before, I got an email from a friend I hadn’t seen for a while, she was going to be in my neighborhood for something the next day, and mentioned waiting until her husband got home so she could leave her kids with him. I asked her to bring her kids to play at my house instead, so she wouldn’t have to wait. Our kids are the same ages, and hadn’t played together for a while. I emailed April to let her know of my new plans, and that I would have to postpone seeing her house until the next day. She emailed back that she was making plans for a dinner party that evening so it would work out fine for her to have the extra time. Then she emailed me a brownie recipe she’d raved about a few weeks before.

My friend dropped her kids off on Tuesday at about 4:00 p.m., and a few minutes after she left, I got a call from my husband who was at work. He said "Greg’s house is on fire", and I was a bit confused and said "well, tell him to put it out!" My only assumption was that perhaps a small fire broke out in the kitchen or something. He said "No, it’s really on fire, I think we need to go." Because I had my friend's kids with me, and because April's house was a 40 minute drive from mine, I wasn’t really sure what we were supposed to do. Still not imaging it as anything more than a burnt casserole, I was resistant to my husband’s suggestion, but called my friend to let her know what he had said, and that I didn’t know what to do. She asked if she should come back for her kids and I said I didn’t know, I was still confused, if there was a fire, it should have been put out by now. My husband called back after hearing from his parents, and this time said "it’s bad, they can’t find April and the baby, I think we need to go out there." I was sure April was probably at a neighbor’s house or the store, and that any little fire that was there would be long gone by the time we arrived, but this time I listened, and had my friend come get her kids, and my mom came to get mine.

I left to meet my husband who left work and was on his way toward me. We left his car in a parking lot and headed to April’s home. I was still shrugging the whole thing off because I figured we couldn’t really do much good, and it really never occurred to me that it was something serious. A few minutes later after meeting my husband, we got a call saying that April and the baby had been life-flighted to the hospital. Ok, so now I knew it was something serious, but figured it was still a small fire and they had maybe been burned, but all was well. We still headed toward her house. Another 10 minutes after that, we got another call saying only the baby had been life-flighted and that April was still missing. And then we heard the word "explosion". Now I was really confused. Houses don’t just explode. Something must have been exaggerated or explained wrong. I mumbled to my husband "I was supposed to be there today, I was supposed to go there at 3:00."

We turned the radio news channel on just to see if it had any traffic reports for the route we were headed toward, and the first words we heard were "breaking news, a home in Saratoga Springs has exploded, after a natural gas leak, and 2 people are missing". My heart and stomach and brain somehow all got tangled up in my throat and the rest of the drive was a blur. Exploded? Two people? Who’s the other person? And why are they missing? The drive seemed to take twice as long as it should have, with the way my husband was driving I thought for sure we’d get pulled over or in an accident. We finally arrived in the neighborhood but the streets were blocked off and there were several fire trucks, police cars, and any other type of emergency vehicle you could think of. We had to park on the street, and started running toward the house where we were stopped by an officer. We said that we were family and he let us past. As we approached the house, the magnitude of what happened started to set in.

We saw flames and smoke shooting out of what was left of the house, which was pretty much just the walls of the garage. There was debris everywhere and the ground was completely muddy from how long the water hoses had already been spraying the house. We ran to Greg, who was standing in front of the garage, he turned to my husband, his oldest brother, and through his tears he said "I lost my sweetheart". What a strange thing to say, I thought to myself, we didn’t lose her, she’s probably out shopping and doesn’t even know what happened. But then my father-in-law approached us and started to fill us in.

April had been outside with a neighbor, walking their kids in strollers. They had been evacuated from the home because a contractor broke a natural gas pipeline in their yard. The gas company had been out and repaired the leak, and a worker asked April to take him to the water heater so he could relight it. April asked one of the workers if it was safe to go back inside and he said yes, she left her neighbor in the garage with the kids in their strollers. April and the gas worker went in through the garage to the basement, and then the entire house exploded. The brick and concrete walls around the garage were all that remained, which acted as a shield to Greg and April’s daughter, Olivia, still in the stroller, and the neighbor that was there with her own son. Olivia’s stroller had blown over, and Olivia had a small scrape on her mouth but was otherwise unharmed. She had been life-flighted with my mother-in-law to the hospital as a precaution, to check for internal injuries. Greg was actually only across the street when it happened, he saw her go into the garage, and then after the explosion he ran in after her, but when he opened the garage door to the house, there was nothing left, no floor to step on to.

I was finally able to accept that April was in fact in the house when it exploded and not out shopping, but I still refused to even imagine that she was not alive. I was sure the concrete walls of the basement would have protected her, and that she was just down there waiting to be rescued. As more family arrived, we huddled together in front of the garage and held a family prayer. I called my mom to fill her in, and to let her know that it would obviously be a long night and to plan on having my kids for a while. She said when she went upstairs in my house to get my 5 year old son, she found him and my friend’s son, kneeling in his room to say a prayer for April.

I didn’t think it would be very long until they found her, I told Greg I was sure she was behind a cement wall and was just waiting for us to find her. He whispered "I hope you are right" but I think he already knew otherwise. There were still flames coming out of the basement, and the firefighters were holding water hoses over it. We started to look around and take in the scene more, their brand new couch was on the roof of a neighbor’s house. We could see their dining room chairs on one side of the lot, and their office furniture on the other side. Toys were across the street and all over the yard. My husband saw her computer in the dirt near the edge of the property, and ran onto the property to grab it, despite being waved off by firemen. It was completely melted on the outside. We also grabbed a plastic box that had been in her bedroom, and set those things on the sidewalk. It was unreal how their belongings were scattered from one end of the street to the other.

We watched for what felt like an eternity, as the fire would settle down, and then start back up again. I had to fight myself to keep from running onto the property and jumping into the basement to look for her. Instead I focused on how relieved we would all be when they found her and brought her up to safety. I had the whole thing visualized in my head. I could see her in a fireman’s arms, covered in black with torn clothes and wet hair, but still as beautiful as ever. The fireman would climb out of the basement in an heroic leap and the family and neighborhood and workers would all cheer and cry and breathe a sigh of relief and then Greg would take her in his arms and tell her he was never going to let go of her again. I saw it so clearly in my mind and played it over and over again and started to forget that I couldn’t feel my toes or fingers as I stood there in the mud, in the February air.

By now it was about 7:00 p.m. and quite dark. I didn’t want to move, but knew that I needed to sit in the Red Cross truck to warm myself for at least a few minutes. It was so hard to walk away from the house, I didn’t want to miss the big moment when they brought her to safety. I allowed myself a few minutes of warmth and then returned to the street in front of the house, glad I hadn’t missed anything. My husband knew I was still completely convinced that she was coming out alive, but even I started to face reality as it occurred to me that even if she had survived the blast, she had been in the basement for over 3 hours now, breathing in smoke, being doused with water, and probably was freezing cold. I started to get upset with the firefighters. I’ve seen movies, why can’t they rush into the basement and find her? My husband assured me that they would be in there if it was even slightly safe, but that they could not go in until the fire and smoke cleared.

By 8:30 p.m. it was starting to sink in more that she was not going to survive this, whether she had survived the initial blast or not. We had been told that she would have died instantly though, but in my mind I could still see her, huddled behind a wall of safety, waiting for rescue. The fire was starting to stay out and the smoke was clearing, and the firefighters were then able to go into the basement and start removing debris. About an hour later, we heard the news that the bodies had been found. "Bodies?" No, they must mean "people". The "people had been found". Why didn’t they say that? It was confirmed many times, that yes, the bodies had been found, that both April and the gas company worker had not survived. I started to wonder what would have happened if I had been there at 3:00 that day as planned. Would I have stopped her from going in, or would I have gone in with her? If I had gone in with her, we would have had all of our children with us. Could I have prevented this? Or did not going save my life and my children's?

It was hard to accept the truth, but at the same time, I had no choice. Nothing like this, not even close, had ever happened to me or anyone I know and I just kept thinking I’d wake up in bed and laugh and cry at the scary nightmare I was having, and then I’d email April to tell her about it. But of course that wasn’t the case. We stood numb, in the puddles of mud, until they finally finished the investigation part of the recovery, and pulled the bodies out of the basement. They were both in bags, on stretchers, and we were not allowed near them, and we knew it was probably better that way. It seemed so inappropriate to see the bag with April’s body. My still active imagination had pictured something more beautiful for her, like Snow White in a glass case. It was after 11:00 p.m. when they had taken the bodies away, and after more hugs and a lot of tears and a lot of "I’m sorry"’s, we started our way to our car. On our way down, we grabbed what was left of her computer and the plastic box, and Greg opened it to find her wedding tiara, the pearls she wore on her wedding day, and some other personal mementoes. We took the computer with us and Greg went with his parents to their house, having lost all his personal belongings, his new house, and the woman he had loved with all his heart for more than three years.

I couldn’t sleep at all that night, I tried, but by 6:00 a.m. I couldn’t lay still any longer. I got up and went downstairs, and wrote Greg a letter, and bawled and bawled. A few hours later we went up to my in-laws to figure out what to do next. I was asked to take Olivia to the dentist, her only injury was a scrape on her mouth and gums, and it looked fine but they wanted to have it checked. I held that little girl so tight, and thought of all she would have to face in life without her mother. It was so hard to take her to the dentist, because that is where April worked. She had worked there for a long time, and even after having Olivia, she filled-in shifts there when she could because she loved it so much. They were all crying when I got there, and I had been crying the whole way down. They told me how much they loved her and how unbelievable this whole thing was. They checked Olivia’s mouth and gave me some ointment for it and said she’d be fine. I drove back to my in-laws house, and headed out with my sister-in-law to the remains of April’s house, to see if we could find anything in the rubble that was worth saving.

God's Mercy

It was another long, quiet ride out there. It seemed like everything they owned was gone, but upon digging through the mud and wood and debris, we found some of the most precious things possible. Of what we found, most every thing was completely ruined, if not by fire, then by water. But we were able to find Olivia’s blessing dress, handmade by April’s mother, barely damaged. We then found April’s wedding dress and sacred religious belongings, muddy, but again, barely damaged. We salvaged a charred pregnancy journal out of a filing cabinet, and a neighbor found the remains of a scrapbook that had blown down the street, and we eventually even found her wedding ring. Of a lifetime of collected possessions, we found at least the things that were the most sacred and dear and precious, and everything else was destroyed. It was in these moments that we started to recognize the tender mercy of God, as we faced this tragedy.

The next morning, my husband and I took the hard drives out of April’s barely recognizable computer, and took them to a local computer store, to see if they could be salvaged. To our amazement and pure joy, even though removed from a completely melted outer shell, the hard drives were still working and all the family pictures and April’s personal files were safe. I could hardly sit still on the ride to my in-laws house to tell Greg the news. I handed him the hard drives and told him the pictures were fine and we both cried and held each other for a long time, as we felt blessed by another one of God’s mercies.

Later that day, I left to go shopping with Greg’s sister, to replace the daily things that Greg needed. He and Olivia had no clothes, shoes, toothbrushes or soap, nothing. It hardly seemed like a time for shopping, but it was a needed distraction as well. It was so weird to see people out and about, minding their business and going about their days. I wanted to shout at everyone I saw "Don’t you know what just happened?? Don’t you care? How can you just keep going on like this?" Of course, what was the rest of the world to do? Many probably didn’t know, those that had seen it on the news still had to go to work and attend to their lives. I knew my expectation for the world to stop and mourn was not realistic.

We bought what we could for Greg and Olivia and headed back to the house. When we arrived, we were shocked to find the entire living room full of donations that people had brought by. There were clothes and toys, food, flowers, money, and anything else you could think of. They came from family, friends, neighbors, and complete strangers. It was overwhelming to see how many things people had brought, and it didn’t stop that day, it continued on for weeks and even months. God works through those that will open their hearts and the kindness of strangers is another reminder of His mercy. It made me stop and wonder how many times I had been touched by a tragedy in the news, but had done nothing about it.

Greg asked me that night if I would speak at April’s funeral. I had never spoken in public before, not even in church. I knew I wanted to do it, and needed to, and found myself oddly calm about it. I wasn’t feeling the panic I had always felt when ever I thought of speaking in front of others. I felt very peaceful and also grateful and honored. In the midst of this terrible situation, through all my pain and sadness, I saw already how it was helping me grow and acknowledged the blessings I had felt through this.

The Aftermath

In the months that have followed, I have really shifted my priorities. I realize how important it is to make time for people. I wish I had spent even more time with April, I missed so many opportunities because I let myself be too busy with household chores and other things that could have waited. I can’t undo that now, but I can let everyone else around me know how important they are to me by making time for them and serving them with a genuine spirit. After all is said and done, it won’t matter how clean my house was, but what I did for and with the people I love.

I am so grateful for the time I did have with April, though, she truly enriched my life. In all honesty, any positive word you could think of, you could use to describe her. But the most obvious and significant description to me, is that she glowed from within, by the light of Christ, with a pure heart that lived to serve and love. She was a wonderful mother and wife and stood strong in her faith and religious beliefs. She was feisty and didn’t back down when she knew with all her heart that something was the right thing to do.

I hope to honor her by striving to be more like her, like Christ. I feel her with me when I serve others, I feel her smiling with me in my moments of joy. I feel her absence when I look at my email and there are no new messages from her, and when I think of all the future moments we will not have together and all the plans that won’t take place. But I know I will see her again when my work is finished here as well, and until then I will cherish the memories I have, and do the best I can to do good for the world around me.

The Website

I had wondered a few times if having a carbon monoxide detector in her home would have saved April. (I wasn’t sure if she had one in her home or not.) I finally asked my husband about it and he said that a carbon monoxide detector would not have gone off from a natural (methane) gas leak. It was still on my mind and I finally started to look online and do my own research. I discovered that a combination detector exists, one that detects both carbon monoxide and combustible (methane and propane) gasses. It was heartbreaking to me to know that a $60 plug-in device could have prevented this whole accident. (Where the gas company’s detector seems to have failed.)

I decided right then, that I had to let as many people know about this as possible. As I started talking to people, no one had ever heard of such a detector, but many had already had a brush with a gas leak that could have been deadly. I knew I needed to get the word out on a bigger scale, and decided to start this website. I want to spread the word as far as possible, I want people to take it seriously and have a detector put in their homes. I know I can’t prevent every death, every type of tragedy, but I can make a small dent. Even preventing one accident will make it all worth it. If only someone else had already posted this website before this happened...but I can’t change that now. Please help me change the future though, help me reduce the number of poisonings and death by telling everyone about this website and how important it is to install a detector. They are reasonably priced and can be purchased at many home improvement stores. Please send this link to everyone you love and want to protect: www.detectorssavelives.com

Happy Birthday April!

Today, September 3rd 2007, on your 25th birthday, I launch this website in your honor. Last year I imagined we’d be spending your birthday this year, at our second annual day of pampering, giggling about our husbands, shopping and eating, and making more plans for our future. I still haven’t taken your cell phone number off my phone, and I haven’t taken you off my contact list in my email. I can’t seem to quite let go of that last little bit. I hope that you know how much I miss you and how much you mean to me. And I hope that as I start this website in your memory, that it will help serve others and help me be able to heal more and do good for the world around me.

I found out in June that we are expecting our third child. You made me promise you would be the first to know. You were with me through 5 months of infertility before you left and it broke my heart to not be able to tell you when I found out. When I told our mother-in-law that I was supposed to tell you first, she said "she probably knew before you did." I love you with all my heart, I watch over your beautiful Olivia and Greg as much as I can and do what I can for them and I know that you are with my future baby who will arrive in February, one year after we lost you. Take care, and I will see you soon! Love, Michelle