Alrighty folks, you get an extra treat this week; yet another blog!
During times of stress our minds are wonderful at playing tricks on us. I am one who tries to look on the bright side of life. During our evacuation, you want to think, pray and hope for the best, yet at the same time there is a piece of you that tries to prepare yourself for the worst.
The night before we were allowed to see our house, I felt like a kid at Christmas. I was excited and anxious. I was also nervous as heck to know the status of our house and what would be the next steps. The fear of the unknown is probably one of the greatest fears ever.
Like many I hoped for the best. Even though I had seen first hand our flooded block. My in-laws got access to their place about 5 days before us. My mother-in-law said to pray for red. At this time we all still thought if your house was red it meant it was condemned and would be bulldozed. Later we found out, if your house was red, it did not mean bulldoze, it would simply take a lot more work to get it to a living stage once again.
Our house turned out to be orange. This meant we needed to have our heating system inspected and perhaps replaced, and we had a wall blown out. The wall is not a load bearing wall. It simply needs to be replaced so we can secure our premise. Being orange also means we are not allowed to live in our house at this time. I’m actually grateful for this as we have been able to limit our daughters from seeing a lot of the damage. As well, the mold growing in the basement could pose a health risk.
That night before seeing our house, my mind played yet another trick. This time is was on the worry end instead of the hopeful end. I had a dream our upstairs floor had caved in. We are very fortunate there was no damage to our main floor. When I went to see our house, I didn’t know what to expect. I was sadden to see it in that state. The mold growth was incredible. The stench of the fridges was beyond imaginable. You didn’t even need to open the fridge and you could smell it. Then once the cleanup began, each house had a mountain of debris sitting beside it.
I am most grateful for the countless volunteers that have been helping our town. Some even using their stampede day to come down to High River to assist.
As mentioned in my Wednesday blog this week, it is now a time to cleanse. Water has always been symbolized as a source of cleansing. This was certainly not clean water by far, yet it has helped us to purge. It has also given us time to reflect on what truly is important in our lives. I am grateful my family was safe. I am grateful for the pumper truck that rescued my family. I’m also grateful for the gas worker who rescued our dog.
It is important to find even the smallest ray of sunshine. As Katy Perry sings in the song Fireworks You just gotta ignite the light, and let it shine, just own the night like the 4th of July. This is one of my favorite songs.
It is the spark. It is the little smile. It is the hug from a new friend. It is the helping hand. It is knowing you’re alive.
You need to take each day at a time. This journey is like a marathon; you need to keep putting one foot forward. It may take baby steps, yet we will recover.