Monday, October 29th: We are in the midst of a massive storm here on the East Coast and yet Gary and I do not seem that panicked. We just this morning ran out for water and crackers. I refuse to be the people that buy the ingredients for french toast, so we have water and crackers. And pop tarts. And cookies. Very healthy hurricane eats in our house! But we are not really that worried.
Why aren't we worried? Well, we already survived our disaster. We are still surviving it. And I guess it feels like not much else can touch us after all we have been through. I feel like I do not have room for much else.
Friday, November 2nd: The strangest thing happened. I got distracted and never finished my last post. I tried to come back to it several times, but I was not sure what I wanted to write.
I am off from work today. It was a planned day off, unlike the days off that everyone around us seems to have due to the devastation of the aforementioned hurricane. I am at the dining room table and my father-in-law is upstairs in the office trying to get some work done as he has been without power since Monday night and it seems like they might be out for the foreseeable future. He is driving 1.5 hours each way just to use our Internet and electric. I am making a list of hardware stores for him to stop by on his way home so he can get gas and supplies for his house as well as for Gary's brother and his family who are also out of power and doing their best to get by.
This storm was a true disaster. Whole houses and towns and communities were washed away. There were power outages and fires and danger all around. It's one of the scariest things I have seen in my lifetime. Yet I have heard very little complaining. Very little "why me?" or "why us?" Mostly just thanks to everyone who is helping out.
We are constantly reminded of the good in people - the people that are sharing what they have and doing what they can to help their friends and even strangers in this time of need. I feel a warmth when I see people helping out and realize that I have not lost my sense of hope or compassion. I still have room! And that makes me sigh with relief.
I think having my daughter and loving my daughter has only strengthened my core and it was good to be reminded of that this week. In the midst of all the chaos, to be reminded that I can still feel for others, I do still care for others and that my heart is big enough to love Allie and still have love left for the others that need it. Not a bad lesson. Not an ideal way to learn it, but still.
Hope everyone out there is safe and healthy and has what they need...you are all in my thoughts and in my heart. Yes, there is room for all of you.