Thank you, Ashlanders
Thank you to the many wondrous people in Ashland who are offering support to my son, currently staying with me in our town, a “refugee” from the Paradise Camp fire. Losing everything (and two pets) has been a tsunami of emotions. The caravan of cars, blazing skies, then a sudden engulfing of midnight black at 11 a.m. with very low visibility, bumper to bumper, and cars abandoned, out of gas, flat tires, people walking with head/mouth coverings, 30,000 heading into Chico are some of the nightmares of stories. Rogue waves of memories overwhelm, recede, return.
This is nothing new to so many others in horrific events, even whole families, striving for basic survival, safety and togetherness. There seem to be far too many situations hard to bear, hard to hear about.
I wish all those in such baseline-living needs were to know the depth of true spirits and giving hearts here in Ashland. Then they too, at least, could begin to think about renewal, recovery, release from fears.
Thank you, firefighters, who are down in California helping. And, thank you, dear Ashlanders, for just simply caring. God bless.