What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
I stood looking at the rubble of my home, fire had devoured my memories, my comfort, my security. As the sense of loss enveloped me, tears began to fall. So much I could never replace, childhood memories, gifts from long lost relatives. My youth in a box in the attic preserved. Then, with my very next breath, I realized we were alive.We are okay. The real treasures were standing next to me, breathing, warm beings who matter more than any item.I would selfishly store up. I shared my heart, a hug and the love that would never be taken from me.
What matters
Life as it Happens 