I still cry when I remember.
When something deeply impacts our life, time may move on, life may resume, wounds may heal, but those powerful memories remain.
As I prepared each blog for its 10th anniversary post, I couldn’t help but relive it.
Because it hurt then.
And the memories linger.
It hurt that my son’s first year of high school was disrupted.
As was my daughter’s first year of college.
And what should be a fun and exciting time was instead, hard and uncertain.
It hurt that our house was damaged and our things destroyed.
And we weren’t sure how we could afford to fix and replace it all.
It hurt that we had to throw away pictures and videos, journals and books we cherished.
It hurt that others lost so much more. And that others did not loose anything.
It hurt to see how life changed for so many. And how we had to say good-bye to friends who moved away.
But, in the midst of the tears, we can have hope, because there is life after the storm.
Grace & Peace