Some have called her Frankenstorm. She was a monster for sure. It seemed to me she came out of nowhere. Families were living their lives — sometimes limping along, sometimes soaring gleefully. Doing what people and families do.
Suddenly, with little warning, she descended and created chaos. She zeroed in on a specific site with no concern, no compassion, for the resulting far-reaching damage she would cause on her way in.
Who could ever have imagined the extent of destruction a big puff of hot air would generate?
And now, in the wake of the storm, it’s impossible to know how many lives have been forever damaged. Many. That we know.
Ah, but we are a resilient bunch, we humans. We immediately begin the clean-up. We pick up the pieces, and when they no longer fit, we put them in a pile with other items that don’t fit, and we make a new something that will help us on our way. In the process, we start to mend not only our lives, but those of the family and friends around us.
One day the sun shines again. The stench is gone. The broken parts are repaired or recycled or discarded. We start to sing. We smile at a stranger. There’s a bit of a spring in our step. We are pleased with how much we like the new, reconstructed version.
Today, my heart aches for all whose lives have been forever altered, against their will, by this monster storm. May your recovery be rapid. May you have the hope that will keep you on an upward path. May the sun shine upon your face. May your god carry you when you need to be carried.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest: The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. ~ Alexander Pope