Let the Rain Come Down

Wash Away Our Tears…

This morning was the first day of fresh air since the Woolsey fire ravaged our communities. It’s been raining and the rain has washed away the stale odor of smoke from the charred hills. I’ve taken fresh air for granted until this devastating fire. 

Evacuating Malibu – Photo credit: Grant Denham 

I am one of the lucky ones who’s home was spared by the ravenous fire but I still mourn the lives and homes lost.

Air tanker hits it’s mark!

I live adjacent to a reservoir, so even after the evacuation was lifted, for days I heard the buzz of the air dropping helicopters and whirlybirds that scooped up water nearby to fight the fire as it moved north.

Firefighters holding back the flames in Westlake Village
Photo Credit: Daily News

I am so grateful to the firemen who traveled to my hometown, Westlake Village. They came from all over the United States, to help save our homes.

These gentlemen who are posing with my niece, Marianna, and my two dogs are from outside Seattle.

This crew was posted on my street to watch for flare ups.

BORDERLINE

The fire tragedy followed just one day after the Borderline mass shooting in neighboring Thousand Oaks. My sister and I sang at this local night club, so we know it well. In my mind, I pictured every horrifying detail as it was reported.  

God bless Sergeant Ron Helus who went in first and lost his life. His bravery saved countless lives. The other 11 casualties are: Cody Coffman, Justin Meek, Alaina Housley, Telemachus Orfanos, Daniel Manrique, Sean Adler, Noel Sparks, Kristina Morisette, Jake Dunham, Blake Dingman and Mark Meza Jr. I hope they will not be forgotten.

COMMUNITIES COMING TOGETHER

Our communities are rallying with an outpouring of love. We’re holding fundraising concerts and other events to help the families of the victims. I have seen blessings of grace where people are turning loss into gratitude.

In this frightening and confusing time, we are all searching for ways to help ourselves and others heal. My niece Erin wrote this poem to help process her grief.

I DO NOT ANYMORE

This morning I sit in my office, as I do most every day, My heart is heavy, thoughts are swirling, I know not what to say.

I cannot help but wonder if I’m safe behind my door, I used to feel safe and secure, but I do not anymore.

Is my daughter safe inside her school as she learns with all her friends? Is my father safe in the restaurant where a client meeting he attends?

Is my mother safe inside the gym as she lifts weights to get strong? Is my brother safe inside the club as he spins records blending songs?

Is my uncle safe in the courthouse as his clients take the stand? Is my cousin safe in the hospital where she holds her patients’ hands?

Is my aunt safe in line at the bank as she waits to cash a check? Is my rabbi safe in our synagogue with a tallit around his neck?

Are my friends safe is any space as they go about their day? Is my community safe as once again we light candles and we pray?

Are teachers safe in classrooms? Are actors safe on stage? Are revelers safe at parties? Or must they fear those with hidden rage?

Is there safety inside stadiums where for our favorite teams we cheer? Is there safety inside shopping malls as we shop for gifts this year?

I hear the word “tragic” yet again, read “senseless” in news feeds. “Thoughts and prayers” are thrown about, as if that’s what we need.

I have no words of wisdom, there’s nothing poignant I can share. I just exist here with a heavy heart and try not to despair.  

Anger takes up space in me, tears overflow my eyes, As I think about holding my daughter tonight when out of fear she cries.

I ask the same question I asked last week, and too many times to count, When is enough is enough is enough for change to come about?

But for now, I sit here wondering if I’m safe behind my door, I used to feel safe and secure, I do not anymore.

– Erin Eichberg

This has been a sad and challenging month for our quiet community but with the rain, comes the hope of new life and new beginnings. As we rebuild, I’ll hold this hope in my heart.

– Linda

“Each morning we are born again. It’s what we do today that matters.” – Buddah

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” – Revelation 21:4

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