A few months ago, we took a family trip to the Smoky Mountain National Park. My parents and brother drove down from Kentucky, and we drove up from Texas to spend five days together in a beautiful chalet overlooking Mount LeConte. A few weeks later, the beautiful house that we stayed in, and the forest surrounding it, burned in a devastating fire.
Even though we don't own the house that burned, I loved it, and had a very hard time after hearing the news. So, after cleaning my house thoroughly, (because that's what I do when I'm upset) I decided to start scrapbooking the trip. Along with the creative process I enjoy, scrapbooking can be quite cathartic when it comes to dealing with loss.