It was some minutes of fire, some years of ashes. “Thats life,” your father said, with a smile afterwards. Ive already heard that statement before from different people, in different occasions. However, when I heard that, looking at a house which was razed to the ground after a swift, enormous fire, and from the person who owned and valued—and continues to value—the house, the brevity of the statement talked so much. Let alone the smile that followed. Perhaps the smile was for the words your father could not speak at that time. I, honestly, still do not know. And I might never understand the feeling of losing a house for I have never experienced so. But, I think, I know how it feels to have lost something special. Pain, loss, and the pain of losing is a universal feeling. Surely, it was a depressing sight. I, myself, got sad even though I was not the one who lost it. But seeing the flames devouring your house, I believe, was not the most painful scene: It was looking at the ashes after the fire was over. The ashes were literally the remains of something so valued, a house, not as something quantified monetarily, but as a place where for many years you and your family have lived in. The ashes were figuratively the traces of a valued past: the moments you shared while watching TV in your living room, the dinners you shared in your dining room, the comfort of sleeping in your bed in your bedroom, the solace of staying in a place where you feel safe and protected. And it is so hard to accept that all those years have crumbled into ashes. Yes, you may run the risk of crying a little, or a lot, watching the ashes of a once proudly standing house, but let me tell you something: You have never lost your home. Home is intangible. Home is something you build not with cement, wood, tiles, metal, etc, but with memories you share with each other for years. Home can never be destroyed by any fire, not even flood, anything. Home is someplace where you can keep coming back for the rest of your life. And I believe you still have that home. It will always be in your heart. Find it. Stay there. You know me, and this, I guess, is the best thing I can give to you. Stay strong. Think of yourself as a phoenix who can rise from the ashes of the incident and can soar high and live again. The desire to face the challenges of life, keep it burning. You know who you are. This one’s for you and your family.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 12:28:58 +0000
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