How Quickly Things Change

I’m blogging because I want to capture the moment - kinda like I did for my stroke. The ups and downs of life are what it means to be human. Of course, I could do without this down right now. But. We are all together and safe and had much less trouble getting out compared to many. And as I write this, our house is ok. But there are home up near the hospital that are on fire. 

We started the day off with a trip to Longmont to get our TSA precheck application completed and stopped at Runza (duh). As we drove back home, there was a big “cloud” in front of us. I thought it was a dust cloud. D-man thought it was a regular cloud. We determined it was a fire and D-man looked it up and the fire was contained (or so we thought). 

As we got close to home, my friend called and said the scene at the local Target was apocalyptic with people screaming and she couldn’t see in front of her. And as we got closer to home, it got more creepy and real. The wind was whipping. The trash bins were blown in the street. 

We stopped by the golf course as D-man was supposed to work at 1:00 and he went and quickly helped put away the carts. When we went to leave, the car was dead so we jumped in the neighbor boy’s Jeep to get home (we were not going to walk home in the ash and wind). Even then, I thought we would just be staying in to avoid the smoke. How wrong we were. 

We got home and Marshall said that they were evacuating Superior. And then it became more real. We grabbed what we thought we would need and some sentimental items. What do you take? How do you put your life on your one working car? We took passports, papers, pictures, jewelry, memory boxes for the boys and a suitcase each with clothes. We grabbed computers and in a backpack, I places some Christmas ornaments off the tree. 

(I had to rewrite the above because I lost it somehow). 

I will write the rest of our story tomorrow. We are safe and we have each other and so many friends. We are loved and feeling the love. Our home looks to be ok as of midnight from reports of people who have been in the neighborhood. We can only hope that it stays that way. And yet, we will go to bed with heavy hearts as we learn of more and more devastation in our community and those close to us. 

The “cloud” 

Leaving our home 

Our street 

Getting out of neighborhood

The poor cop directing traffic 

The boys’ school is through that smoke

Playing checkers at Cabela’s 

And we saw the this flying through the air when we left Cabelas’s  (16 miles away from our home and the fire). And look what it said… “I will rebuild” - and we will.