The September 6, 1980 tragedy

On September 6, 1980 in Eugene Oregon three young kids passed away. Elizabeth was my moms sister, only 5 years old. Laura, one of my moms cousins, was 7 years old. And Brian, my moms other cousin, was 18 months. My mom was at her dads house, not with them on that sad night. But my moms sister and her cousins were all taking a nap at their grandpas house. Their grandpa thought he turned the stove off, but he turned it on high, as he went to go feed the cows. On the stove was a skillet with bacon grease. The fire started and Elizabeth woke up. She walked to the bedroom door and opened it. The fire rushed at her, burning her legs and arms most, she slammed the door and passed out. The grandpa saw the fire and got all the kids out with a garden hose, then the firefighters came. Elizabeth was life flighted to a manual hospital. The doctor told the family, " I don't know how long she'll live. A hour, a day, a couple of days. But i do know that she will die." Elizabeth died that night at 12:15. Our family thinks that she waited for my grandma because they told her, "hang in there, at least til grandma comes." and she did, my great grandma arrived at 12:10. As for the cousins they died in their sleep. They are now barried, three little caskets next to each other, with my great grandma only a few yards away. Their grandpa died a few months after. My mom says this is the saddest thing that has happened to her and she is lucky to be alive. She was almost there that night, and if she was, she probably wouldn't have made it either.