I was at work. Two hours later, I was told to go home. At that time I took the train. I lived in Manhattan. So, I was stuck. I got home the next day. Later, I was told that I lost a family member. I never got over that. He was completely incinerated. They never found his body.
His mother withered and soon gave up and her health declined. She eventually died.
He leaves behind a child who has now grown up.