It has been a week since the Palisades Fire took our house. I still grapple with the reality and weight of it.
Last night, for example, I thought we were getting low on desserts and I thought about a batch of gingerbread made and ready in the fridge. I'll just bake up a batch and....oh. Gone.
The big items are simply a list: house, furniture, clothing, tools, artwork, books....Gone.
The small items are the ones that set you back on your heels and drive a pin into your heart: a photo of my grandparents, a photo of Grandpa and Dad and his horse, and worse, the last occasion before Bill died when I am standing with all my siblings, smiling on another day at the lake. Gone.
We are safe and healthy. Not yet allowed to walk the ruins. Not sure if we will be able to rebuild. Not sure how this will affect our finances for years to come. Family and friends are making generous offers and we are touched and thankful. All we are certain of, amid so much unknown, is that our life as it was is Gone.
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