Deans story...."why do bad things happen?"

Deans story...."why do bad things happen?"

It was December twenty first. Just four days before Christmas. The call came at about 2:55 A.M. The woman on the other end was sobbing — “Dean, it’s gone it’s all gone! My house is on fire — it’s all gone”! “Lisa where’s Bob”? “He’s right here next to me”. “Dean, We’ll need a place to stay”.
I got up — wide awake — and checked the spare bedroom, took a shower (so I would not be in their way later), cleaned the bathroom and went to my neighbor’s home two miles away. The township fire department was knocking down what was left of some hot spots and embers. The fire inspector was already on site. Even the powerful fire truck lights told only a part of the story. Daylight brought the full impact of my neighbor’s loss. Their home was burned to the ground. Everything was a loss.
Bob, who is seventy six years old, had lost nearly fifty years of artifacts. An even greater loss were the field notes he had planned to use for articles about the 40 plus sites he had excavated in our county.
Bob is also an avid gun enthusiast. He had a small collection of guns — all gone. Bob has also been a gun builder for many years. Be particularly favors Hawkin Rifles. His hand built guns — all gone.
And then there are the pictures…
Lisa, whose greatest loss was the pictures and watching her husband of twenty five years lose everything, ask me to make this pouch to “replace” Bob’s hunting pouch*. I had it done for their 25th wedding anniversary in April.
* Bob won the pouch at a shooting match. There really is no such thing as a replacement!