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The Griefscape
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We’re trying to wrap our hearts around the absolute Gone-ness of it all, but we can’t.
The truth, as I see it, is that this Palisades life of ours has ended. The destruction is too vast, the losses too profound. Yes, one day there will be shops again, and houses, and even a library. But it won’t be the same. It can’t be. The soul of this town — the breezes that carried eucalyptus whispers, the feeling of safety, the deep-rooted love — is altered forever.
This place we knew and cherished is now a griefscape. And we are mourning — not just the buildings, but the stories they held, the joy and love and everyday miracles that happened within their walls. We’re mourning for the lives built here, for the people who loved so fiercely, and for the version of ourselves that lived in this haven.
I’m so, so sorry. So deeply heartbroken for everyone who has lost so much — for those whose homes are now ashes and for the rest of us, standing amidst the ruin, clutching our grief and our memories of this beautiful, irreplaceable place. Our lovely town is gone, and with it, a part of our hearts.
~ Gina Hecht
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