Today we mark the one year anniversary of the Camp Fire disaster, November 8, 2018. Honoring the 85 dear souls who lost their lives in the horror. Remembering the robust community of Paradise that is now cleaned down to dirt, to just a few homes and businesses; 50 thousand lives scattered like leaves.
Personally I feel so very fortunate to have made it through. It has allowed me to spend the year helping out, reorganizing and repairing, rebuilding and restoring, as much as I can.
I spent some of yesterday reflecting and just working through the layers of shock, sadness, grief, loss and pain that we have all endured here since the fire, and finally releasing that deepest fatigue, the bone-tiredness stored during this grinding, year-long, slow-motion crisis.
Rest and relief have never felt so good – before the next push.
We are finally through the worst of it, and that makes all the effort worth it. Today we are coming together as a community to remember, and to look forward to rebuilding our town according to its motto: “To be everything its name implies”.
We are Paradise Strong. May God Bless Paradise.