It’s been now 2 weeks since the fire.
The sharpness of loss has dulled. I can now talk about it without a spike in blood pressure.
I’m still jarred at times to my new reality. You forget the old life is gone until a moment crashes through. Like the forgotten loss of a loved one made real with the sudden reknowing of their passing.
Seems I’m in a slow motion rush to preserve memories that are disappearing forever like Hal singing Daisy.
People have been great with donated items from clothes to furniture.
We are staying with family while working on transportation and housing.
Some friends have made a bit of space available for me to work in.
So in addition to the normal aero runs, I’ll be working with their giant organic trees.
It will be great to get dirty and stop feeling so strange in this stranger land.
For now we will be refugees living in an exploded garage sale.
But I am so grateful to have this restart considering how much worse it could be.
And I am also so thankful for all of your warm wishes and kind sentiments. It really does help to feel a great sense of community from across the globe.
Trixie is making new friends!
Once again I thank you all.
I’ll be back in the garden soon.
-al