Natalie Murphy My family is no stranger to tragedy. A year and a half ago my husband and I lost a child — a little boy named Marshall, 6 and a half years old. Now we’ve lost our home. The same home where our children learned to talk and walk. The first place my husband and I lived together that wasn’t an old, small apartment. We are staying in a hotel in New Braunfels, packed with other evacuees. Everyone is echoing the same sentiment, “It can all be replaced,” but there’s a sadness that’s heavy in the air. As much…