Losing Your Home

I've moved this post from PiaGoneWild because I think it's worthwhile and, frankly, the pictures tell the story:

At a time when there is so much loss around the world it’s easy to become indifferent. It’s easy to ignore all that is lost every day.

And then once in a while something happens to remind you of the personal aspects of tragedy. Flames in the air. A house burning. A home lost.

If you lost everything, what would you do? If you could save one thing, what would it be?

We often say at times like this: “at least no one was hurt”. True. No one was. Life is, obviously, more valuable than an armchair, a DVD player, or a favourite painting. But what must it be like to go to bed one night and wake up to the knowledge that much of what you’ve worked for and many of your memories are gone forever?