October 11th

When I was young, October meant one thing to me – Halloween.

As I got older, I came to also view October as the month of my mother’s birthday.

After my mother died in 2002, I came to view October as a month in which I memorialized my mother.

In 2010, I came to know October  – specifically October 11th – as the day of the Galleria fire.

Four years later the memories of that horrendous fire are as vivid as they were back then and the feeling of loss is as profound.  The imprint of October 11, 2010 will forever remain with me.  From that event I witnessed the humanity of the Fargo-Moorhead community and came upon new friends that rose up to help those impacted by the fire. I also watched my sons deal with the loss of everything they owned and their pets.

Photo by Michael Vosburg, The Forum

I spent the day today with my daughter and grandson trying to make new and different memories for the 11th of October, but in these quiet moments at the end of a long day I still feel the mixture of sadness and gratitude that the Galleria fire delivered.  It is a somber anniversary, but one that must be noted.  And so it is – a notation on my soul when I reflect upon the month of October. I have not and I will not forget…every October 11th I will come back to the memories of that event and hope that the 150 former residents of the Galleria have found peace.

Day one thousand five hundred and fifty-seven of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

1 Response

  1. tim haering

    Welcome back. Shorter gap this time. Hallelujah.

    IT may be a little late in the season up there, but you could plant a nice dogwood next Oct. 11 and name it Fargomoor. You’d probably have to buy it in Spring and save it in your back yard for Fall.

    Life rises from the ashes and carries on. Maybe take some symbolic ashes from your fireplace and mix them into the soil when you plant it.

    I’m totally stumped. I cannot come up with a Beatles lyric for this. It’s been a hard day’s night.

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