It's day 5 ATF - after the fire. I don't know what day it is, just that it's five days since my house burned to the ground and I lost everything I owned, everything I treasured and held dear. The computer says it's the 3rd of July. So yeah, I guess it must be. I'm so grateful I'm still here to write this blog. So grateful my beautiful Tigger got out. So grateful my friend Heather survived the inferno.
A catastrophic event like this sure puts things in perspective. What is life worth? What's important? What truly matters?
Yes, it's easy to answer that what truly matters is that we are alive to tell the tale. That we survived relatively unscathed. Yes, that's so very important. We are here, we breathe, we live.
But on the flip side of that is the pain and the grief of losing everything. Everything except the clothes we were wearing and even they were not worth saving at the end of the long horrid day.
I find myself in limbo. Every now and then an image will penetrate the daze and I will grieve for the loss of the treasure. And all my things were treasures, to me. Things I'd lovingly found, restored, made beautiful. Things that gave me happiness and joy, comfort and contentment. Things that filled my home with beauty and loveliness. Just things, I know. But things I valued and loved. All gone, all gone.
Sure, I can start again. After all, I've already been through this once before, over thirty years ago. I started again, then.
I'm not so sure I want to, this time. But it's early days yet. Early and horribly painful.
Love and Blessings,