Author: Douglas Craig
I always have a Decomposition Book I write in and when the fire hit, I had two different ones going, one at home and one at work. On August 25, 2018, I wrote a piece I called Burned House Blues.
Here is an excerpt:
On July 19, 2018, Pamela died. One week later, our house burned down along with 1,078 other homes full of stuff in Redding, California.
Okay, so let me confess something before I get into this. I don’t like to argue. I really don’t. I’m a bit of a conflict-a-phobe. And in the last 15 years, I have learned to not argue with anyone who is convinced that human beings are not responsible for the current climate crisis impacting our Earth. I avoid this for the same reason I would avoid trying out for the Golden State Warriors. It is futile. I would completely and utterly fail.
It was about two weeks after the Carr Fire. Maybe three. We met in a church. The room was full. We came – my wife and I – with the expectation that this would be a chance to heal from the mind-numbing horror that our daily life had become since the inferno had vaporized our home and all it contained and left a smoldering pile of ash, rack and ruin.