Today marked an anniversary for my family. One that I will never forget. One that I always remember. But this year? It slipped my mind. I went out shopping, I played with my little boy, I enjoyed being a mother and a wife, and it never crossed my mind what this day meant.
Until my dad reminded me. Seven years ago we lost everything we owned. It literally went up in flames. We were heartbroken, but we were sheltered. We were miserable, but we were loved. We had nothing, but we had one another. We wept, we sobbed, but we had plenty of shoulders to learn on. We were surrounded by so many amazing people. I will never forget the scene. I will never forget the crowded yard, the flames, the smell, the tears, the hugs- I will never forget any of it.
But today? I didn’t remember. And I am glad.
>They say that time heals everything…in this case, I'm glad it did. Fortunately, we've never experienced a house fire (unless you count the time I microwaved pizza for 3hrs45mins instead of 3mins45seconds).
>I'm so glad that you've made it to a point where you didn't remember. I can't imagine how tough it must've been.