The fire started in my bedroom, so it was completely destroyed. When I was permitted to return to my apartment, I went to the bedroom dresser and gingerly opened my sock drawer. Regretfully, after having a wonderful relationship with Max for 15 years, he passed away 2 months ago from cancer. He was a great guy and I miss him greatly. Upon reflection, it appears to me that no matter what the disaster is, the best way to deal with it is one day at a time.
Life is full of positive surprises, and they usually come in the most unexpected ways.
For anyone facing a similar situation I would say to think of life as being in a small boat with your hand on the tiller. If you know of a story about someone who has come out better through difficult circumstances, please let us know.