Mom wasn’t home that day but when she returned her home was in ashes. All her possessions vanished, along with irreplaceable family photos and memorabilia. I wrote my first children’s book when I was eleven with pencil and paper. It died in the fire too. Poor Mom.
I have only a few photos of my family and myself. I wish I had more as my core family is deceased; mother, father, two younger brothers and my baby sister (nine years younger than me). How I wish I could reflect on the happier times of family life through those lost pictures. But, all I have are vivid memories of traumatic events.
It is devastating when tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, mudslides, and fires destroy a home.
Pondering
When life destroys tangible memories
Stealing them from your mind
It hurts the heart
But the past has passed
And the future unknown
We have Now
Choose joy
Nothing can steal joy from you
Even in the midst of pain
And tuck these new memories
Away in the treasure box
Hidden in your heart.
all rights reserved ©Nancy Jean Walker
Living life, bedridden, how I ended up this way and how I cope
Categories: A Short Story, Encouragement, inspirational, Nostalgic, Poetry
Nancy Jean Walker - Loving Life Fully 
Such poignant words, so very beautiful. Much love and hugs, Nancy. ❤ ❤
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Thank you, Iris. xoxo ❤ ditto
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Ask relatives and family friends for photos and stories.
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Unfortunately, most of my family is gone. I only have my kids and they don’t have old photos 🙂 At my age, people are closer to Heaven. I am sixty-five. But, thank you for you kind suggestion. I appreciate it. ❤
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Sorry to hear about the fire and the loss, Nancy! Not even the fire can take away your treasured memories. Good Day!
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Thank you. This is true. Pleasant dreams or Good day 🙂
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Sad to read the fire and the loss Nancy………I am sure you always carry those cherished souls and pictures in beautiful memories.
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Thank you. I try but my memory of my family fades because of my traumatic past. Worst, it feels like they never existed. Painful. Grief comes in waves.
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Respect, for being so brave and positive Nancy.
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Thank you for your kind words. ❤
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