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The one where three years have passed

I don't think it's possible for me to ever forget this day.

I can't imagine ever forgetting that 5am phone call.

I can't imagine ever forgetting the feeling of seeing the images for the first time.

The one year anniversary of the fire was a hard one. I was in a rough place.

The two year anniversary of the fire was sweeter. I'd come farther, I'd begun healing.

On this three year anniversary of the fire, it is well with my soul. 

If you don't know me at all, and you had no idea about a fire....you can read here:

The fire, part 1

The fire, part 2

The not-so-pretty-almost-one-year-update 

The One Year update


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  1. AnonymousDecember 9, 2015 at 1:15 PM

    Minda - so glad that you have come so far: to "it is well". Wonderful to hear!

    Have a blessed Christmas,

    JoAnne

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