The thing with fire is that it is unpredictable. An ember can become a rage of flames that devour hillsides and homes, a torrent of fear that reaches its fingers into the sky and covers the landscape in ash. Fire doesn’t discriminate; it can’t be reasoned with or cajoled. But, it can be contained, by the tireless bravery of fire fighters who battle an enemy that knows no mercy. I am so very grateful for all of the men and women who have been fighting the fires that filled Los Angeles with smoke and fear; it is because of them that the beast has been quelled.
My parents are safe and the home that they have shared for 41 years is intact. It was a terrifying few days; first waiting for them to evacuate and get to my apartment. I was so glad to see them safe when they pulled into our driveway. Then we waited for news about their house and for the announcement that they could finally return home. My parents are in their 80’s but they are strong, resilient and incredibly stubborn; when they left my apartment last night, they were pale with exhaustion, but so relieved to be going home.