(attached: Memory, a from-memory WIP of our grandpa's house. no reference pictures allowed. we need to remember.)
we're kind of at a loss right now. we keep trying to find the words to help people understand the devastation that is happening and put it into context but, there aren't any.
without understanding the sprawl and scale of Los Angeles, it's impossible to understand the horror of what we are looking at on the news.
we've lost the only piece of family history that was untarnished by the trauma that defined our childhood. the only place left that we have happy memories as a child. leveled. every inch of it, reduced to dust and ash. those memories are all that remain. not a mansioned owned by some movie star, like the news outlets want to talk about, a cute little 2-bed-1-bath, 1200sqft house.
in any other state, each of these fires would be reported as entire cities being wiped off the map. the scale of LA makes it look like neighborhoods. we don't know where the words are.
thankfully, family members are safe. that's what matters.
