Sometimes I will wander down to the office when it is quiet. I look around, it feels like I am witnessing the remains of a building having fallen during the battle from war.
Personal items, once clean are now blackened and charred, still sitting where they were last placed. The metal skeleton of a coffee cup sits on the table in the shop, the same place as when it was last set down. The historical collectibles that were once on the fireplace hearth, now lie as fragments of what they once were. Everything that once resided in the building are now nowhere to be found. All of the pearls that were once proudly set to different types of jewelry lie in ruins, the fire so hot, you are unable to locate any part remaining. You are no longer able to tell where the display case once sat, awaiting the next customer. There is no chance of being able to recover what is now gone.
It lifts my spirits when I recall some of the memories that were created inside that same, desolate building that now wafts in the cold breeze of the night air, the front of the building now doubled over as if in pain. It is hard to imagine that it is now gone, all gone. So many things are forever lost, with no hope of replacing.
So, what isn’t lost? What did the fire not touch and destroy? The memories…the many friendships that were forged and refined in that building. The friends that we met and made were not in the building that now lie in ruins before me. It is one of the things that help keep us going, the reason why we will rebuild, bigger and better than ever. Those memories are what occasionally allows us to crack a smile while standing amidst the rubble.
What stories could you tell about Birdsong? Help us crack that smile, make it wider, ending in laughter. Post it on our Facebook page and tell us about your memories about Birdsong, the kind of stories that make you crack a smirk when you think about it. Help us start off a new year, and a new chapter, with a smile. Thank You!