To Begin Again.

For those of you reading this, that are not connected to me via other social media outlets, my parents lost their home last Friday. I say that mostly to explain my absence, since the work has continued and there has been progress made, but I have been processing this event and pitching in where I could.

They are both fine. No pets. No kids at home. Everyone is fine. They have lost all of their worldly possessions, but as mom said, "it can all be replaced." Thank god everyone is alright. They've taken it on the chin and maintained a level of grace and calm that is surprising and even alarming. Are they just coping? Are they building to some great release? Will there be PTSD from this? Who knows, but for now I think everyone is just grateful.

It's a terrible situation you wouldn't wish upon anyone, but from it our family has come closer, uniting in support of our parents and for that I cannot accept that this is a senseless event with no good to take away. It is going to be tough. there are still moments of emotional breakdown, but for all the bad and all the pain, there is a light in our family and there is hope and optimism that something amazing will come from the ashes.

God speed the recovery.