“So far, so good,” my text editor tells me. I’m staring at a blank screen. Without words, there are no errors for the text editor to find.
A year ago, in the space where once was our main farm-home, a heap of rubble poked me in the eye.
When I first came there after the fire, before the walls had fallen, I could almost imagine my mother-in-law stepping out of the front door. Greeting us, as she had always done. I can still feel her soft embrace, I can still see the silent sparkle in her eye at our arrival.
When you stepped into the burnt down house, the walls crumbled at a mere touch. So, we hit the whole thing down, and then slowly started removing the rubble.
We needed a space to put down our head, so we concentrated on converting the outside storeroom into a livable flat…
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If this has been your life over the last year, I can see why you haven’t been posting! I hope the picking up the pieces and reconstruction goes well and that you can soon return to something resembling “normal”..
Thank you. Yes, it’s been really overwhelming at times, but there’s always hope.