This is not a post about running or triathlon or some crazy adventure. This is reality.
I’ve been feeling quite down. The sun may be coming up early now but it down and dark by 5 now here which is enough to make anyone feel a bit glum. On top of that I’ve been quite stressed. If you noticed a few minutes of radio silence on the blog last week its because we had a very upsetting occurrence in our lives last week.
Thankfully we are all ok. But sadly we lost hens on our family farm in a devastating fire. Last Tuesday we received a phone call at 2 a.m. The kind you never want to receive. And for us it was the second time. This time when I handed the phone to Jesse all I heard him say was that there is a barn on fire. The next thing I know he is gone. No word initially of how bad, how big or how much of our farm was in jeopardy. Immediate thoughts of the worst run through your mind. I make several calls to alert family members and other members of our business who all race to the scene. I felt helpless. Thankfully we live in a small town where the community is close knit and we were able to quickly get word about what was happening. And at 2 am two strong women came and kept me company as we waited for word of what had happened.
My husband is a true hero in my mind. He was one of the first people to reach the farm, ahead of the fire trucks. His quick thinking to take out a connecting tunnel that attached the barn to our barns and egg processing plant using a bucket loader demolished a potential path for the fire to travel. The Firemen from five surrounding towns did all that they could to prevent the spread of the fire and are heroes too and there are not enough words of thanks.
We were lucky. This could have been a lot worse. We are very thankful that no people were hurt but we are very sad about all of the young hens. It has been difficult to process everything that has happened. Even upon seeing all that is left you are not quite able to grasp what has truly transpired.
As we grow into our adult years you begin to realize how tragedy can and does happen around you. As a child you are often sheltered from these occurrences but as an adult and and a parent you must confront and process the emotions head on. In the past I might have crumbled in the wake of such a tragedy however life’s experiences and the reality of how precious life can be have made me realize the need to look for the positives.
Talking to my kids about this has brought me new strength. It is ok to cry with them and show them your tears but as a parent you must also guide them through their emotions and questions and to let them know the truth in a way that is not scary. What happened is a reality and not to be hidden. We heal together and can work through the struggles together. I have learned over the years not to hide hardships or pain but to embrace them for what they are and to work to learn from what has happened.
Even though it may take time to pick up the pieces each day brings something new and a positive way to move forward.
Thank you for listening today.
With much love and gratitude,
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