Thursday, July 05, 2012
It's barely the 5th and I still hear fireworks going off and heard fire trucks a little while ago. I want to share part of my story not for sympathy but for hope. February 27, 2011 was a windy Sunday afternoon. Dh went about 2 miles up the road to work on the kids baseball field without even taking his wallet. He called me and said there was a fire about a mile from our house and maybe the kids and I should go see a movie or something. Well, I left the house with the intention of taking the kids somewhere safe and coming back to water the roof of my house etc. We left just before the forced evacuations to face a field with what looked like fiery surf crashing in. I never made it back to my house and lost everything - my parents jewellery, birth certificates, pictures, etc. The fire was so hot that many fire safes did not stay and my cast iron skillets melted like taffy. We were able to re-enter the neighborhood about 28 hours later and there were still 6 fire fighters on my house. Before we even knew if our house was one of the almost 80 lost in our community (in 2 different fires) that day, we were surrounded by support from family, friends, and even strangers. People are amazingly kind. I know many of you either have been worried about yourself or a loved one during these fires in Colorado and other places too and then the storms on the east coast. But like I said my message is one of hope. As I was grieving the loss of my sons' birth certificates with foot prints, something clicked and I realized I lost the footprints but not the boys who made the foot prints. I am blessed in more ways than you guys would even want to read and if this is you right now, there is beauty for ashes, strength for fear!