Two weeks ago, Colorado Springs experienced the worst wild fire of their history. The flames came right into the city. The smoke and ash went everywhere. The tears of those affected seemed endless and yet, out of those tears came a resolve to rebuild, to go on. Last week, we took Dean’s ashes home and spread them in a beautiful spot from his childhood that he had picked for himself. Yes, there were tears. It is hard for me to explain the emotions and the feelings. I felt he was finally happy, finally where he wanted to be. I saw the release and relief in his children’s faces. I saw his best friend’s face and it was there too. I saw understanding of his desire to be in this place rather than where they had known him. I saw love and respect, and most important of all, I saw life move forward and begin again.
I know there are great difficulties ahead for the people who lost their homes in the Waldo Canyon fire. They must deal with insurance claims and proving exactly what they owned and lost in the fire. They will think of things months from now and it will bring fresh pain. Grieving is a long process. It isn’t here one day and gone the next. All the time you are moving forward and resuming your life, you are knitting the fabric of a new garment out of the old. Some of the stitches that must be torn out will be painful. Some you won’t find until an unexpected occasion reminds you of what you lost. It is a process and one that only happens with time. Give yourself time. Don’t hide from the tears. They are like rain, they wash away the unendurable emotions and give you a fresh start.
It is raining in Colorado Springs.