Last evening the only things left to come down were the outside swags and the big tree. I was in the basement when I heard a crash. This is what I found. Haven't a clue why/how, but it somehow twisted in the base is the best way I can describe it. One has to wonder why after if had stood for several weeks. No kids in the house, no cat and Ellie was upstairs. I just don't get it.
This is what's left of my one true antique Santa ornament, and of the six pysanky eggs my niece brought me from the Czech Republic 15 years ago, only two survived.
I think this is the one that hurts the most ~ the angel from my grandma's nativity set. Thankfully she will be glued back together.
A snowman ornament from my friend Judy (Ellie's mom). It, too, can be glued back together but he will forever be without his nose :(
Tiny Tim survived the crash, but got broken in the clean-up process.
As I'm boxing the ornaments, I am finding lots of small breaks and chips. To say I am devastated is an understatement, but I am trying to put it in perspective. I'm not doing a very good job but I am trying. I only lost some ornaments. How does one cope when there is a catastrophic event in their lives, be it a fire, hurricane, etc?
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