Hi Debbie!
I was thinking the same thing yesterday. I don't live that far from San Francisco and I was reading the blog of a gal whose house blew up in the gas explosion just a few days ago. All of them made it out with just their clothes on their backs. They lost every thing except each other. All of their pictures, papers, cameras, computers, original music, musical instruments (I'm a musician, thats like ripping your heart out.) But, she was so grateful that everybody made it out. Her grown son ran into the burning building and carried his 82 year old grandmother down the stairs on his back. Reading that just brought tears to my eyes. It also made me embarrassed that I should ever complain about my own life. The only things wrong with me are things that I can fix. My life is intact and in the shape that it is by my own doing, not by some act of G-d. I need to be grateful everyday.
I'm so sorry for your losses this past week. Super cyber hugs coming your way from sunny CA right now. <<<hug>>>>