i just talked to my other sister and i admitted to her that i've finally come to grips with the biggest emotional loss. that building represented my mother and father. i could still walk in there and feel their presence. i could smell the smoky fragrance from my childhood. i could hear that old wringer washer chugging along. that's the main thing that he took from me and he also took it from my sisters. only one admits to feeling as i feel. this has really been a hard morning, as i'm trying to deal with the loss of that which was so very special.