My artwork. Gone. Triple Goddess is dust and ashes. My lifes work, gone.
My guitars, burned to ashes and molten steel. All gone.
My photographs. Gone.
The things I've collected for thirty odd years, gone.
My vintage clothing and shoe collection, gone.
My clothes, all gone.
My antique jewellery box collection, nothing but burned remnants.
My beautiful art collection. Ashes. Gone.
My cameras and external hard disk drives. Dead and gone.
My rugs, my linen, my new gorgeous French Provincial cast iron bed.
The chest of drawers my grandfather made. Burned. Smoked. Water damaged.
The things my son wrote and made for me growing up. Memories of his life. Gone.
My life was wiped out in a few minutes.
I am grateful I am alive. I am grateful Tigger is here with me. I am thankful that Heather is too. I am also thankful for all the things the firies tried to save and rescue. I'll be able to sort through that charred and blackened mess one day soon.
But I'm so, so gutted. Beyond words.
I'll recover. I know I'll have the strength. But life will never be the same again. I don't think I'll ever really recover from this catastrophic event. I should be used to them. It's all life ever seems to give me...