It’s been Ten┬ádays.

Ten days since March 22.

Ten days since a mudslide changed a community forever.

Houses were lost, people were lost, homes were lost.

One Hundred and Seventy-Six people missing at first.

The death toll numbers rose slowly.






Members of the medical examiner’s office work tirelessly for hours to identify the remains.

The remains.

Such simple words that mean more than they initially appear.

Workers, dogs, people, friends and neighbors.

All are searching for just one more person.

Hoping to find them alive.

Praying to find them at all.

My prayers go out with them.

These people who push on as the numbers keep turning.

Written in honor of those who continue to search in Washington.