Heidi's Blog

Thursday, November 8, 2007, 08:55 AM ( 1 view )  - Posted by Administrator
I find myself continuing to compare the loss of J.T. to surviving a fire. Now granted I have never had to survive a fire but I can imagine what it might be like. Walking around sifting through great mountains of charred debris trying to find things to put into a box marked “treasures”. Looking desperately at each item and wishing I could restore its value. The black soot covering my hands and face, not stopping because I know there is something in this pile I could hold on to, something to remind me of what I had. I often feel like I am sorting through the smoldering treasures of my life searching for understanding. Looking for greater knowledge of my situation. Picking pieces up, trying to assign it some value and more likely than not watching it crumble and run through my fingers like warm, black sand. Trying to comprehend what is now important, reburying my regrets and not stopping until I find something to hold on to.

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