Horrible Tragedy

Yesterday morning, at four o'clock my husband woke up. Something was wrong. He looked out the window and told me to call 911. He said the neighbor's house was on fire. I did. Then, I dressed and went out the door to see if I could help. He was already outiside. When I left the house I could see the orange glow in the sky. My neighbor's boy's clubhouse. I pounded on my neighbor's door until someone woke up. My friend, Kate came to the door. I told her about the fire. She ran outside. "Where's Harry?" she asked. That was her husband. "I haven't seen him," I said. My husband was using a water hose to fight the fire. The clubhouse, build about five feet off the ground had collasped. The fire was hot, with flames shooting more than ten feet into the air. She asked him. "Have you seen Harry?" "No," my husband said. "Isn't he inside the house asleep?" "No," she said. "He was sleeping in the clubhouse." We were horrified. We knew there was no way he could have survived the fire and had to be still inside the burning rubble. Her two sons had come out by then. She told them to go back inside. We fought for about thirty minutes before the firetrucks arrived. My husband's efforts saved their home. We were heartbroken for their loss. It was so sad. They were the nicest family. The funeral is Friday. All prayers are appreciated.