Tuesday, 10 February 2009
When I went to bed on Sunday night, I said I was afraid to wake up and see the number. I was gutted to learn, on Monday morning, that the death toll had risen from 84 to 111.
It stands, at this point, at 181 confirmed deaths. 950 homes destroyed. So far. It is not over.
This is gut wrenching. Those poor people. Those poor, poor people. How afraid they must have been. How heartbroken now.
Entire families cowering together, dying together. Families separated as they try to flee the inferno.
To learn that many of these fires were deliberately lit. Deliberately. As in, some horrible person actually, despite the record hot,dry weather, lit a match and started a bush fire. Fanned the flames. Stood and watched, probably with a thrill, them stand tall, climb a tree, move to another.
And now 181 charred bodies have been recovered.
How much higher can this go? How much can be endured for the stricken folk in Victoria.
I'm talking to the girls in the P&C tomorrow. We're going to pick one of the schools that has been damaged and try to do something. I don't know what yet, or if in fact, we can help in any way. But we'd like to try.
Stay safe, everyone.
And, from the ashes, a moment of pure beauty and wonder.