it’s just stuff. they are just things

“It’s just stuff. They are just things.”

True.

But…

For many, the loss of the physical is not what is being mourned. It is the loss of what that stuff and those things represent, the powerful symbolic and deep emotional meaning held within those items.

For many, a house is more than wood and brick.

It is a safety
It is independence
It is privacy
It is sanctuary
It is memory

The wind
The water
The trees

These three robbed more than items. They stole more than stuff. Those items were oft endowed with deep and profound personal meaning.

We go to museums to see artifacts and relics of the past. To learn of life’s lived.

What would be placed in the museum of your life?

What pieces tell the story of you?

A small black and white photo of your father’s father’s father?

The stuffed toy you were given by a friend in the hospital when you battled an illness that you feared would take you from those you love?

The flag that draped the coffin of your son? It was handed to you by crisp white gloves with such care it had to be made of fragile glass.

The table that you gather at for one special meal late in November each year? The same table you sat as a child. The same table your mother sat as a child. The table you now seat your own child.

The old vhs cassettes of family trips that you always wanted to covert to DVD?

Your old car? It was old, but it got you to work. A job you loved. A job that is gone.

And on

And on

And on

These are things. This is stuff, but they are also so much more.

With time, the structures will be rebuilt. The items will be bought again.

But…

The loss of that which we can’t see is so much greater than what we can see.

Tread with care. There is more than trash at the side of the road.

There are broken dreams and shattered hopes under those heavy limbs.

But…

With great loss we also find great love.

The smallest act of kindness now has more power than it did a week ago.

The new stuff, is being endowed with a new meaning.

The meaning of….

Love
Sacrifice
Hope
Possibility

The wind changed the landscape. It also has the power to change us. I hope it changed me.

Tragedy and loss have the power to remind us of what we already know to be true.

People
Relationships
Love

Today is a new day. A day in which you have an opportunity to change a life and have your life changed.

Be well and walk with care. I hope to see you soon.

 

 

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