Like many people, there are a few moments that have occurred during my lifetime that I can remember exactly where I was when they happened.
The small details in my world at the time are mixed in with the big details, as something momentous occurred, sometimes a half a world away, sometimes closer to home.
We drove through the Kinglake surrounds yesterday on our way to Fathers day lunch. It was one of the areas hardest hit during the Black Saturday fires. The trees are still growing back, the landscape more grey than green. New houses are mixed in with still empty blocks.
As we drove, the memory of that day came rushing back and I couldn’t keep my voice from catching as we talked.
For us, it will always be tinged by our own small details. Black Saturday was the same day as Poss’ 4th birthday party.
I still have a clear memory of parking out the front of her party venue and working out how to get this small child into the venue without her melting in the 42 degree odd heat and how to keep those little guests cool enough to participate, all while wanting to stay close to the TV as the fires raged.
We cancelled the extended family dinner, instead eating at the local (air-conditioned) pizza place, watching as the toll of the day got higher and higher. Wanting to help, but feeling completely helpless.
We tried to explain it to Poss today. Why it’s important to remember, why we talk about fire safety, the strength of the local communities and how amazing the bush is that it is able to regenerate itself after such a horrendous experience.
The hope that things will always get better.
Do you remember where you were?
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