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This morning marks the 2 year anniversary of our explosions and subsequent fire. Reflecting back on the past 731 days, I...
02/10/2025

This morning marks the 2 year anniversary of our explosions and subsequent fire. Reflecting back on the past 731 days, I still struggle to understand how quickly a person’s life can literally be destroyed in a blink of an eye. I still vividly remember standing in a driveway up the street, watching the house burn down - wearing only underwear, a tank top and a bathrobe- wondering how the hell I would fix this mess before Monday…..somedays it feels like a lifetime ago, other moments like it was yesterday.

A Dotson5 Update: We are settled in a house-still kinda in the valley. This house is a stepping stone house, until we can figure out what is next.

The boys are doing good. After a stint in Idaho, Eric is back in Rapid City-chasing his dreams. Ethan is still an electrical apprentice and loves it. Garret will be graduating in May from high school. He is doing an incredible paid internship working with hydraulics while taking welding classes. Mike is doing good, this house has provided enough projects to keep him busy for awhile. He has an incredible garage where he loves to tinker. As for me, I am doing ok. In November, I hit rock bottom. After an anxiety attack in the courtroom of Grand Jury selection, in front of the judge, State’s attorney and a courtroom full of other potential Grand Jurors - I made it out to my car. My friend Katie, talked me off the cliff, and I knew I needed to get help. I found a therapist that has lots of experience working with PTSD, trauma…..we are working through EMDR. Reliving the explosions/fire in this way is super hard, but I am trusting the process. My focus is currently healing. Timber, our sweet boy Timber, has lots of anxiety and PTSD. We continue to love him and coddle him and protect him. We have a new family member - Koda. We all love that big pain in the butt ball of fur.

To everyone that reached out to us with the Wildfires in California - thank you. They were a HUGE trigger, so we didn’t watch tv and only watched HGTV streaming. My heart broke for each person - no matter “how much money” a person has, I know EVERYTHING that can NOT be replaced and items money can’t buy. That hurts…..that hurts bad. I did turn on social media one day and saw 2 daughters sifting through the ashes and rubble of their mom’s house looking for her wedding ring - they found it. Took me back to 2 years ago tomorrow, as we sifted through the ash and dirt and found Mike & I’s wedding rings…….

This is your yearly reminder to make sure to call your insurance agent…..ask lots of questions what would happen if my house burned to the ground, what would insurance look like afterwards….do a quick scan of your house, how much to replace the basics in your house.

Here is a reminder to: Clean out your dryer filter and vent…..clean your bathroom exhaust fans…..how are you storing lithium batteries for your lawnmower, trimmers, kids ride on toys…..I am just in awe of the causes of fires in my fire survivor group. Haven’t seen a fire caused by a candle or a curling iron yet….

Don’t take anything for granted…..no one is guaranteed tomorrow. However, living a full life, grateful for the little things is a goal for everyday. Use your “favorite” candles and dishes, invite people over - even if your house is cluttered, don’t save anything for a special occasion—every day we wake up IS a special occasion.

We just want to say thank you for thinking of us, loving on us, praying for us the past 2 years. I am sure we did some things great …. And we screwed up on many other things. No one gave us the “Guide to When Your House Explodes”….. and I don’t know anyone personally who experienced it. We have only been doing our best the past 2 years. Another trauma survivor told me I need 5 years …… in 5 years my perspective, outlook will be different. Oofta - not sure I have it in me…..I spent hours last weekend looking for the ice melt…I KNEW I had seen it…..Eric finally realized that bucket of ice melt was in the Degeest garage…..

Here’s to the future…..we survived this tragedy ….. I hope our transformation and comeback story is incredible.

My photos……losing my photos was something I can’t explain. As we were going through the rubble, I was shocked at the pho...
01/17/2025

My photos……losing my photos was something I can’t explain. As we were going through the rubble, I was shocked at the photos that survived……however…..with the age of digital photos- I had MANY saved on my computer that are completely gone. I also had a nifty little photo printer - so many were never uploaded to any photo service.
After months and months of trying, and many sessions discussing this….I FINALLY gathered photos and placed an order to print them. This was a very emotional process……..but I made my first baby step… the emotional part was looking at the photos I found ….. but realizing ALL the other photos taken at the same time that are gone.

Integrity is a quality of being honest and living by a set of values and principles. There is a saying that Integrity is...
12/21/2024

Integrity is a quality of being honest and living by a set of values and principles. There is a saying that Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is watching.

The past almost 8 months, Mike and I have experienced a pain that is as bad as - if not worse- than the year 2023. We had a double edged sword shoved into our soul and the people kept twisting it and twisting it.

Shortly after the fire, the boys said they are NOT going to live at 1414 Degeest again. This was 2nd person who came off the street into our yard ….. the street was getting busier and busier. After we did a major clean up of the property in March, there were a number of large items that survived the fire due to their location from the house. The majority of it was my Outdoor Classroom for my child care program. We took it off the lot and moved it onto the 8 acre field behind our house that we co-owned separate from the house. This 8 acre field has its own tax id number - and I have written the tax check every year since 2012.

We put the lot our house was on up for sale in April. 3 days later we had a full price offer from a realtor and the owner of a construction company. Mike and I were going to refuse to sell to them because of the history we had with the realtor. At the end, we decided this may be the only offer since others may be afraid of cars going through the house. So we signed the papers. Then later after the closing, Mike and I were sitting in the living room just reflecting on life - when our son came upstairs……he looked beyond devastated…we asked what was wrong. He proceeds to show us a Snapchat he received from the Realtor’s son. The Snapchat said “we bought your house, now you have no place to live. 🤣” this is our son who lost his entire world, including all his hobbies, his dogs, his truck….. I said- joke is on him, there is no house…..WHO does that??? I found out later, I could have turned it into the school for bullying, but we didn’t.
2 weeks later, in the mailbox, was a postcard from the realtor stating a QUALITY home coming soon with a photo of our burned out foundation with the police caution tape. Not sure she is aware - but quality wasn’t the reason our house burned down - not many houses can withstand a car going 90 mph flying through the house shearing off the gas line….. this postcard hurt us beyond words….another painful reminder of what happened, then the realtor’s response to people reaching out to her was another kick in the gut. I talked to the owner of the brokerage whose name was on the postcard - he basically said they established different protocol to prevent postcards like that going out again. That was the extent of our apology. I lost soooo much trust in people.

In the meantime, we were dealing with building a house- wait not one but 2 houses, multiple insurance companies, rebuilding our lives, etc. I knew the stuff was still in the field - the boys went and checked it out frequently. We were waiting until our backyard in our current house was done to bring it over.

On May 8, 2024, a friend texted me that people were in the field behind our old shed. I couldn’t go over there because I was involved in a project - plus it was raining and cold. On May 10, a co-owner of the field called us and told us everything was gone. I immediately called the cops. The only thing left was the fire pit, logs around the fire pit and the woodshed……
On Monday morning at 7:35, I called code enforcement. There was no complaints on the tax id for the field and nothing was removed by the city.
So, I called the dump. I knew the stuff was removed after 1:25 on May 8…..she asked for a description of the vehicle. I was so upset I said a white pickup with trailer. Later, I was sitting at an intersection when a construction vehicle crossed the intersection- one of the owner of the construction company’s trucks. I immediately called the dump and described the truck. An hour later, I received a call to look at my email. Opened the email and started bawling—there was my mud kitchen in the trailer. I called the police detective and he obtained a subpoena and got all the evidence of the construction company with our stuff at the dump. So they trespassed onto our property, stole our stuff and destroyed it at the dump. Since the police couldn’t prove without a doubt criminal intent - they couldn’t charge them with grand theft. The cop said the owner of the construction company wanted to “make it right with us”. When I talked to him, he said it was abandoned property, they didn’t know who owned the property (I said realtor did), he said it was trash (but admitted he never looked at it), said it was an eyesore and the house wasn’t selling, said it’s his employees fault, then said realtor was nagging him to clean up all the trash - so he had his guys do it. Then he never returned another phone call to me. In the police report he asked if he really had to pay us. Detective said if we take them to civil court and judge rules in our favor - he would be responsible.
We went to court the first time in Oct where we listened to the owner of the construction business and the realtor state they didn’t know who owned the property. The contractor said he assumed it was city property and someone abandoned the “trash”. My boys have had apps on their phone since they were 16 - stating who property owners are….they use it for hunting, fishing and 4-wheeling, but it shows us as owners of the field. My boys can figure this out, but the owner of a construction company and realtor can not. After it was established it was our property, the judge made us come back November 19.

On November 19, we listened to the contractor and the realtor say for 2 1/2 hours how our stuff was garbage, trash, unsalvageable, and worth nothing. The owner of the construction company never took off his baseball hat - how disrespectful. The construction owner stated at one point he would have never taken his kids to my daycare because it was obviously unsafe and the kids could get hurt. He also said the trailer with our stuff in it wasn’t his company’s. I asked if the cops were lying - he said they must be. At one point, He started arguing with me and I looked at him and said I am not arguing with you. He says I’m not arguing - you are. The realtor asked if we just remodeled our house - how could we afford to have all new, nice things. Mike said do not answer. I said Your Honor, we bought our house for $112k in 2001. Mike has been at his job over 30 years, I was at my job for 19 years. We paid off our house years prior and were good with our money. We were at the point where we enjoyed nice things and we took care of our stuff. The contractor also said how do they know we didn’t receive insurance money already for the stuff. Ummmm….. we had possession of the items, so claiming them is insurance fraud. I picked up my phone and asked the contractor if we should call my insurance agent. At the end, the judge asked each of them if they went and looked at any of our stuff before it went to the dump and they both said no……
There is absolutely no visible evidence that they located the property pins. Even in court, they couldn’t describe where the property pins were—we knew. Heck, we had a privacy fence built on Degeest and the amazing fence guy we hired - wouldn’t dig a single fence hole until we gave him the property survey and he located the property pins.

The court cases with the owner of the construction company and the realtor were beyond brutal because of the stuff they kept saying over and over.

Let’s add we were in court Nov 6 with a fence guy who took our money on April 1 and as of August 9, we didn’t have an enclosed fence. He told mike that I told him the rest of the money to finish the project was his bonus…..took the judge 29 minutes to rule in our favor. We still haven’t seen a penny. We watched our neighbors get a fence in a week before our fence guy even started and we had paid our guy - in full - 7 weeks prior…. What he did build was built wrong.

Struggling with who to trust. If we ever go to sell this house - I can’t trust some realtors after this realtor’s actions. Will she bring people into the house and say - that’s dusty-must be abandoned and trash, you can take it. I did watch a realtor when we lived on Degeest, show the house for sale across the street. First time to ever see this realtor. Later, he came back, backed into the driveway, went opened the garage door, backed his vehicle in and started loading up his vehicle with my neighbors stuff. They didn’t know the realtor and I never saw him again. Obviously - he had the same ethics as the realtor who told the contractor to get rid of the trash.

The saddest thing through all these trials— no one ever took responsibility for their actions - the owner of the construction company and the realtor blamed everyone and everything else - then justified their actions. The fence guy had excuse after excuse after excuse.

You know, losing our home, Aspen and Tuff, our cars, all our earthly possessions, my business—-that was something I can not describe. But finding out an owner of a construction company and a realtor couldn’t figure out property lines and had all the remainder of our stuff taken to the dump…..oh I forgot, the owner told his employees they could take whatever they wanted. Supposedly - it was all garbage and the didn’t want anything - but he isn’t trustworthy. Who will their next victim be?? Who else will they steal from??? They got away with stealing our stuff….who is next???

I will end our hell of November - with Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is watching.

As Fire victims, we had everything that survived the fire stolen and destroyed by the owner of a construction company and a realtor….what a kick in the gut. The “trash and garbage” they took included my mud kitchen and all the stuff to go with it, metal tables, chairs, concrete bird bath, lawnmower, stuff that survived the fire—a bible, metal signs, the wood beam brackets, daycare toys, flower pots, a ladder ….. according to them it was all trash—trash they never even looked at with their own eyes.

This morning, my little friends, my program, my mud kitchen, my outdoor classroom, our "beyond" space, walking barefoot ...
08/27/2024

This morning, my little friends, my program, my mud kitchen, my outdoor classroom, our "beyond" space, walking barefoot in the grass, relaxing under the shade of the huge trees in our backyard.......mornings like today after a long hot summer were my absolute favorite in my Child Care program.
I am working on 3 different projects and during the night, it came to me how 1 piece of evidence could benefit all 3 completely different situations. So today, I am creating the photo books that were on my heart YEARS ago to add to my child care environment---and I never did. IF ONLY, I had the resource of my computer with all the amazing photos. However, I have created quite the collection from Facebook, text messages, FB messenger, presentations I had created.
Today I am creating from the heart.....so speaking from the heart......a child's brain does the most developing in the first five years of life. By providing hands-on learning environments, where the children are allowed to explore, discover and wonder about the world around them, we are helping with that healthy brain development. My program used authentic, real "adult" items for the children to use as they wanted. I had started eliminating "plastic", "battery-operated", "closed-end", colorful TOYS in 2014. I had eliminated teacher-directed, cookie-cutter art activities and worksheets even before that.
I wish time and life had allowed me to continue to create this magical oasis for the children to learn and grow. I truly miss observing them discovering new abilities and wonders of the nature around around them. But until then, I have my memories and the desire to guide other adults to see this magic.

18 months ago today……..there are so many thoughts I have to share, but I am keeping most of them in my heart. I never wo...
08/10/2024

18 months ago today……..there are so many thoughts I have to share, but I am keeping most of them in my heart.

I never would have imagined that 18 months later, I am still dealing with insurance companies, lawyers, subrogation teams…..but I have also learned that many survivors are fighting extreme insurance battles—so I feel lucky. I am beyond thankful my insurance agent is on my team, along with good friends in the insurance industry.

2 weeks ago, I was working in Burke, SD. When I was done, I drove 45 minutes (or over an hour if you don’t pay attention and take the wrong road) to see Amy. When I got there, she asked if I wanted to go for a drive — took me back to our high school days of driving the backroads. I got to see the twins, meet Miss Ayda, put up with Robert’s smart ass…..and just relax. That night around the fire, Amy and I discussed life…..there was no judgements, no how-to-fix-it suggestions, we just shared our thoughts and feelings.

The next afternoon on my way home, I decided it was time to finish the audible I started 15 months ago. But everytime I start listening, I have to relisten to large sections, stop and think about sections, stop because I realize I am crying as it hits home….. I started this book when I was driving west of Hermosa for therapy May 2023.

This book is about the roadmap of life. Each mile marker is the year we are in age. Mel was talking about the “bridges” of life. When you cross a bridge you have never driven across - you leave the familiar for the unknown…and all the feelings that we have on that bridge — fear, uncertainty, excitement, what is on the other side? At that point, I was crossing the Cheyenne River bridge by Wasta—-cue ALL the tears.

I don’t know where I will be in the next 18 months, but I am trying my hardest to hang on for the ride. I have incredible people supporting me, cheering me on—-yet ready to sit with me if I need a moment to just remember and reflect.

The tears had all but stopped until the past few days. I am having a very emotional time right now for a number of reasons. But as I cross another mile marker, as I see the outline of something exciting in the future, I am going to keep cruising down this road of life.

In the past 463 days, I have learned more about life than I could ever have dreamt. The biggest thing I learned - and am...
05/18/2024

In the past 463 days, I have learned more about life than I could ever have dreamt. The biggest thing I learned - and am the most proud of - I learned how freaking strong I am, and that I am a fighter. (No—-it is not my stubborn streak from being close to 100% German - but that may play a major factor in it.
In the past 463 days, I have lived through 3 major explosions—the 4th was a ball of fire explosion. I watched my house burn for an hour until I was taken to the hospital by the Sheriff. I sat for 3 days in the hospital praying for full recovery of my boys. I fought to help my family heal from
All their wounds and to stay healthy. I combed through the rubble and ash of my life. I picked up the ashes of my 2 furbabies. I was involved in a tragedy that involved 6 insurance companies that I am aware of. I got super close to my insurance agent and my insurance agent friends. I learned more insurance jargon than I could have imagined. I dealt with 2 different sets of lawyers representing insurance companies (1 the driver’s insurance, the other the lawyers representing my car……🙄). I dealt with so many insurance people - I lost count. I also lost count on suborgation teams—-if there is no interaction within like 21 days—I learned they “close” your case and it is passed off to another team. I have purchased 3 different cars in a couple weeks. I have purchased 2 sets of appliances—1 stayed with the first home. I have purchased a house full of furniture and decor. I have looked at close to 40 houses. I was under contract on 2 new builds. I was VERY active in the build of 1 house and somewhat active in the build of the other. I went through 2 final walk throughs. I went through 1 home purchase cancellation. I closed on 1 home. I completely decorated and landscaped 1 home in my mind. The 2nd home has been a fly by the seat of your pants. I moved my oldest son to Idaho. I have learned that all the surviving remains of my business and home were stolen. I have grieved, I have mourned, I have broken down, I have cried, I have had immense PTSD, I have had anger, …….but every single time…….i have stood back up. Taken a deep breath, said a prayer…..and I kept fighting.

I have cried GALLONS of tears, but I have also laughed a lot. I have said “I love you” a zillion times. I have hugged a zillion times. I have seen love, compassion, and kindness from so many.

I have learned that I am a survivor, my boys are survivors, I am a fighter, my boys are fighters. I am not giving up. I will hold my head up and continue to fight and get stronger. We may continue to get kicked back down as we are standing up—-but we keep getting back up.

I know what being a warrior is, what strength is, what love is. I have a completely new appreciation for life.

After the fire, we had no place for my mud kitchen, outdoor daycare items, brand new community playthings blocks, items ...
05/11/2024

After the fire, we had no place for my mud kitchen, outdoor daycare items, brand new community playthings blocks, items recovered from the fire……we put them on the land that we own with 2 other people. ALL of our stuff was stolen in the past 3 days. Does anyone near Degeest have video cameras?? See anything?????

15 months ago, this moment, on a Friday morning…..I was sitting in the family waiting room at the ER. I remember so clea...
05/10/2024

15 months ago, this moment, on a Friday morning…..I was sitting in the family waiting room at the ER. I remember so clearly - staring out the window and thinking …. What the h*ll do we do now? The last I had seen my house, it was engulfed in a ball of fire for at least 45 minutes when the Sheriff took me to the hospital to be with the boys.

This morning, I woke up at 4 something….realized I was safe and went back to sleep. I eventually woke up, took the pups on a walk—listening to all the birds, watching the sun rise over the valley….the pups and I sat on the deck for a time of gratitude and reflection like we do most mornings. We heard fire trucks and an ambulance on the road. Timber perked up looked around……it will always be there…..the pause and gasping for air, like what’s next, are we ok?

We have come a long ways in 15 months. I see how each one of us has changed, praying the changes continue for the positive.

Monday, I had a Dr. appt. She asked me a bunch of questions and I answered, truthfully and completely. At the end, she sat back and got this smile/smirk on her face. I said is this where you chew my butt for not following your directions. She said no…..this is where I tell you, you are healing. Your body is healing. You are not the same person you were a year ago. You are stronger. I walked out to the car and cried.

I look back on the Copperfield house that was a complete disaster. That was a necessary road bump in this thing called life. We had drove by where we are living now and Mike said no way will I live here…..and here we are. We walked away from Copperfield on Thursday and found this house on Sunday. This truly is our rebound house. We will make it beautiful for another family to love. We started dreaming about our next house….but dang it — this house has ruined us as to what we want in a garage….and tall ceilings…..and large windows…..and incredible views….

Funny how life takes us in directions, we would never ever dream if it was left to our own accord. I was asked to join a friend on a big project — it has truly brought life, spark and passion back into my life. I am beyond grateful for this opportunity. Curious where I will end up.

15 months have gone by….and we are truly doing ok. Life does not look like anything we had dreamed of, but I see a couple things that are better and we would not have ever gone down this path.

Tonight, Mike and I were driving home from running an errand. We got into a deep conversation about trauma, PTSD, traged...
05/04/2024

Tonight, Mike and I were driving home from running an errand. We got into a deep conversation about trauma, PTSD, tragedy…..

People ask how we are doing - we truly are doing ok. I recently shared an Instagram about trauma……I want people to know, that if they have experienced trauma and PTSD, are having a sad day, are struggling with life—-I am only a phone call away. I will listen, I will try to understand, I will sit in the messy with you….. If you need to cry, guaranteed, I can cry with you. If you need to be alone, I fully can respect that, but if you need someone to listen, or just to sit quietly with you…..I am here.

16 months ago, I would not have understood——unfortunately today, I do. Recently, I was talking to a friend. We were discussing trauma and how our brains suppress it because it is too much. I get that. I was telling someone our story and they looked at me like I was lying……then I truly thought I was making it all up. Then a journal entry popped up with all the details……every single detail truly happened, plus some that I don’t share very often.

People came to fix our fireplace today. Timber started crying, pacing, nudging me to leave, crying louder……it was awful…..he was so triggered and scared…by the fire in the fireplace…..after the gentlemen left, I hugged Timber, kissed him, let him know we were ok…… then I cried. So not fair that Timber has to experience this. I looked up at the painting of Aspen, Tuff and Timber and the reality of our trauma came flooding back.

Every day we wake up, is another day of learning to live with our reality. I am beyond thankful for our support system. I don’t want anyone to think they need to hide or be ashamed of their trauma or PTSD or nightmares or fears or …..

Tonight’s sunset was soooooo pretty……just another reminder that we are going to be ok. Our journey is not over, we just are learning to accept this sudden 180 degree turn in life……we are getting stronger.

Early after the fire, my friend told me when people asked how I was, to answer upright and not crying. Hehehe - the not ...
04/23/2024

Early after the fire, my friend told me when people asked how I was, to answer upright and not crying. Hehehe - the not crying was correct most of the time.

I quickly learned to mask my true feelings—-people can not start to understand what we went through. But lately, I have had several people ask me how we are….not just how we are…..but they wanted a true heartfelt response and wouldn’t leave until I gave it. Thank you for letting me be heard and seen.

We are in our new house, but the house did not solve our grief, our sadness, our pain. Imagine moving into a brand new house, with brand new furniture, brand new clothing — EVERYTHING is brand new and nothing- NOTHING - feels like ours. I wish I could have the solid oak corner stand my dad took so much time building……or the wooden rocker in our bedroom that was Mike’s great-grandma’s…….or the very first piece of furniture Mike and I bought as a married couple…….or the picture frame I purchased when we were in northern Minnesota when we vacationed with the boys……or the jewelry box my grandpa gave me before he passed away……or…..

We are beyond grateful for our house. We are beyond grateful for life, but……deep down inside, we feel like strangers in our own house—our own lives.

They walk among you every day.

The silent grievers.

It’s easy to miss them for they’ve learned how to mask their true pain.

You may think you are supporting them when you ask “How are you doing?”

But mostly they tell you what you want to hear:
“I’m doing ok.”
“Hanging in there.”
“I’m taking it one day at a time.”

But if they had permission to be honest they’d probably tell you truth:
“Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe under the weight of all this grief.”
“I don’t understand how the world can just keep moving on.”
“I feel completely alone.”

You nod your head in sympathy and say “Let me know if you need anything.”

And again they tell you what you want to hear:
“Ok. Thanks.”
“That’s so kind. Thank you.”
“I will.”

But if they had permission to be honest they’d probably tell you truth:
“I promise you I won’t let you know if I need anything.”
“It’s all I can do to put one foot in front of the other. I don’t know what I need. I don’t have the energy to reach out. So, I won’t.
“There’s no way I will. I don’t want to seem weak.”

Maybe you give them a hug and you whisper “I wish I could make it better for you” before you walk away.

And they smile and whisper back what you want to hear:
“Thank you.”
“That means a lot.”
“I appreciate you.”

But if they had permission to be honest they’d probably tell you truth:
“No one can make it better but you could sit with me in my messy grief for a while longer.”
“I don’t want someone to make it better. I want someone to let me talk about how much it really hurts.”
“Then please reach out more. Talk about my loved one. Support me even when I can’t ask for it.”

And later that night you think about them as you capture a quiet still moment in your evening and your heart aches because you know they are struggling.

You hope they know how much you truly care about them.

You pick up your phone and think about reaching out to them.

But then you doubt yourself.

You don’t want to make them feel worse.
You don’t want to remind them of their pain if they are having a good night.
You don’t really know what to say.

And so you put down your phone and trust that they will reach out to you if they need you.

But they probably won’t.

Because we don’t give them enough permission to be real with their grief.

And so they continue to walk among us.

Grieving.

In silence.

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