For August 13-14 #8
Hello,
After Sarah and her girls left, the
house seemed a bit empty, but I was grateful not to worry about how to feed
them, although Sarah, and the girls too, were a help with many things. I was
grateful they did not do a lot of complaining about conditions. Natalie, (8
Years), commented one day, “I don’t like trees.”
I was in serious mourning for the loss
of many of these trees. Also it was heart wrenching to see them so stripped of
leaves and branches. Recently, I had read a book in which a boy with autism
said, “I can hear the plants scream when they die.”
I kept wondering did the trees cry and
scream when this great wind whipped them, snatching their life away. I
certainly cried some for their loss. I still feel like crying from time to time
when I see the devastation three weeks later.
In the meantime, I continued to hand
out ice for the next three days because these neighbors had just coolers and
could not take too much at one time. We, along with our downstairs friends,
loaned out coolers too. I felt like explaining all over that I did not buy the
ice, but I was just storing it. I did not feel that I deserved their gratitude.
We had planned to get new internet
service the following Saturday. Brian had planned to come on the 15th
and help get that set up for us. We got the message to him that it was not
likely to happen as we heard that even long time customers in the neighborhood
would not have internet by that date.
It was like living in a tight little
world of our own with little contact with the outside world. It seemed even
after five days almost no one knew about us, or at least we saw little outside
help. It was neighbor helping neighbor. So grateful for caring people, safety,
water, a gas stove, and a car that works. Every day I was astonished at how
little we had been hurt even if, as granddaughter Lexi said, “This is like a
war zone!”
Paula
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