I had a brain ‘lapse’ this morning and I am sure my son is still shaking his head. Old age isn’t for sissies! Today a tree management crew comes to cut down trees around the place for fire mitigation. Ironically, it rained last night. I have to say the air is so fresh this morning. What a blessing. However, the burn scar area of the Waldo Canyon Fire is under constant threat from flooding & mudslides now with nothing to hold the water or soil. They say the soil is actually burned down to 4 inches in some areas. I suspect that won’t grow anything for a long time.
I took my first drive through the Mountain Shadows area yesterday. It is surreal. The yellowed brush stands in ugly contrast to the blackened earth. I cannot describe to you the eeriness of seeing one house standing among the total ruins of its neighbors. One house looked perfectly untouched until you noticed all of the windows blown out from the heat. One friend who lost his home has been unable to drive up there and look. He simply cannot go yet. Maybe he never will and I don’t know if it matters. There are so many unanswered questions of whether or not they can abandon the property or how to begin again.
It was heart-breaking for me to see people crouching down, sifting through the ruins – searching for remnants, anything from their former life to carry forward into their next life. I understand. I so wish there was a way for us to carry some of the burden of their grief for them, but that is the one thing about grief – you have to go through it yourself- in your own way and your own time. It helps to have loved ones to lean on – but still. As I grow older and learn these lessons, I find myself asking the same question my three year old granddaughter is constantly asking – WHY?