I live in southeast Pennsylvania. Yes, my home was a direct path for the eye of Hurricane Sandy but I prepared as did mostly everyone I knew. We filled up on gas, bought bread, water, and batteries. I lost power. I expected it. We have a generator. Annoying extension cords ran through the house but it was a little price to pay. Food didn’t spoil in our two refrigerators. Our pellet stove ran and kept us warm. My kids found more luxurious ways of utilizing the generator since they hooked the game system and television.
The schools in my district were closed for two days. The vo-tech is still closed on this fourth day. This caused a bitter sweet hoot from my kids. They loved not going to school but were simply bored after a few hours. And the thought of their spring break being cut short made them grumble more.
Yesterday, my young twins said whenever it rains, Mother Nature is crying. I hadn’t told them this but I liked their analogy. And if this is the case, Mother Nature must be feverishly weeping.
When my power turned on, I felt a sense of relief that I could pick up the pieces and life could go back to normal. Thankfully, my biggest loss was my power. I don’t take that lightly but a devastation this big is a reminder of how precious life is and how much we take conveniences for granted.
Images keep rolling in from the news and across the internet. I can’t keep them from my mind, nor do I want to. I pray that those affected will find peace and normalcy soon. My heart goes out to all that Mother Nature shed tears upon.