It’s a battle. The struggle is real. The stress & depression is overwhelming. Although our home was lost in the 2016 Saddle Fire, the scars are still there. The wound has opened up again, my heart is heavy & the grief has returned. What we have been through the last 2 years has been a journey that I would not have wanted on anyone, especially my family, loved ones, friends & my town. We lost not only our home but both our Moms & several friends had passed on. We had recovered from storage, along with our families giving back to us, items from our life that we had before the fire. They were precious mementos, trophies, pictures & photos, drawings & collections & childhood memories that we passed on to our kids. We lost all in the fire but now we had something more valuable than gold. Then the Camp Fire destroyed my 2 sons homes with all they had. We lost our home & now they lost theirs along with all those memories we shared. It’s hard to believe that we are all now on the same page, the same place & on the same team. We are in the 9th inning, waiting for that base hit that will bring us home…
