Ghastly disaster.

I had always hoped that in my lifetime I would never have to live through a War.
I always prayed that I would never have to piece my life back together after a Cyclone, or bury my family after a Tsunami.
And although I have been lucky enough to never experience any of these mass disasters personally, they have all ruined thousands upon thousands of peoples' lives in my short seventeen years on this earth.
However recently, a horrible and partially natural disaster swept through the towns of rural Victoria and destroyed most of civilisation.
The support from people all over the globe has been incredible and heart warming.
There is a suspected death toll of 230 plus, with over 800 homes being lost.

I think I speak for most Victorians when I say that this is a tragedy that no one could comprehend. The feeling of helplessness is overwhelming. I roll into the fetal position when images of homeless and frightened citizens of our bush-land sit huddled together, lining the ashen roads.
A lot of the survival stories demonstrate wild courage and bravery although for each tale of brilliance, there is one of tragic gut wrenching loss.

My heart goes out to every single mother, father, sister, brother, grandparent and animal who lost a home, possession or life.
May every single lost soul Rest In Peace.