We were able to return, with a bit of guilt, to our ash covered home on Saturday. Even though we were at a friend’s luxurious Club Med type of place during our homeless state, it was nice to go back. I thankfully unpacked my bags. No longer homeless. I carefully put back my irreplaceable belongings. Hung the pictures and paintings back on the wall, thinking to myself, we’re home.
Our closest friends, however not so lucky. They lost all their belongings except what they could put in one car. I can’t imagine. My friend left on Tuesday to pick up her girls from school, went to go home and the road was closed. Left her house for a regular errand and wasn’t able to go back. Her husband was able to go in the house and grab a few things. One carload and that was it. Their immediate need is to find a place to call home, for now.
I went shopping for the girls on Saturday. Color books, crayons, dress up clothes, hair bows, lip gloss, princess purses, bathing suits, and dresses. Fun things. Not the stuff they really need, but hopefully something to let them know it’s okay and that they will have normal again.
I’m ready for normal. With the death of The Uncle, the fire and the news of our friends home. I’ve been a mess. I just sit and cry sometimes. I’m emotional. I liked when I didn’t have anything to write on this blog. The days when the cursor would just sit and blink. Blink. Blink.
There is a lot more to share about this experience. How it has seemingly deeply affected me. I feel like a different person right now. I feel a little lost, but for now, thank you all for your heart-felt wishes. We are fine.