What is the shame for human beings to weep at the passage of time and to feel it in the disappearance of the objects of our past? These emotions give us all literature and music and art. They give us our humanity. ~ Bill Holm
The neighborhood, our neighborhood, was in pre-evacuation status. The list, our list, had to be made. So from fifteen hundred miles awaywe put our heads together, she and I, and typed consonants riddledwith vowels that represented the things of earth we hold most dear.The neighbors have a set of keys to the house, our house, so with heartsthat grew beyond their usual largesse they ungrinchingly stepped from room to room to check it twice, the list that is –*entire shelf of photo albums plus large framed picture of the kids*lockbox*leash and harness for the beagle (don’t forget beagle)*stack of bills and car keys*her laptop computer*three specific stuffed animals in kids’ rooms*my cowboy bootsIf the fire kept breathing we believed, she and I, that we could take those seven seeds and replant a life, our life. But as other souvenirs ofour brief season flashed across our smoky minds we ached at thethought of her father’s Greek fishing hat and the turquoise ring Ibought as a child in Santa Fe and the silver Christmas star that hangs year-round in our kitchen window, the once etched with the word,our word: H-O-P-E.
Please continue to pray for ones who did lose their homes, at least 346 homes, in the Waldo Canyon fire. Yes, they have their lives, and for that they and I am truly thankful. But the loss of objects of our past is great, and the tears are real and there is no shame in weeping.