There's just something about lists. I make lists all the time. They organize, prioritize, simplify. And sometimes, they illustrate, in clear, bold, reality, what once was. I'm reminded of the Vietnam memorial in Washington D.C. The names of the lost lives, loves, worlds on 9/11.
Property loss is far less tragic of course, but I'm overcome, once again, by the power of the list. So much is gone. So much is lost. So much work to save lives has paid off, and yet, too many have died. Always, too many.