Thankfulness and survivors guilt rolled into one mixed bag of emotions
My midnight musing today is focused on the heartbreaking flood in Texas. There are no words that can truly comfort those who have lost loved ones, especially parents who have lost their children. This tragedy is unimaginable and makes my own story seem insignificant by comparison. Still, I feel compelled to share it. In October 1985, Roanoke, Virginia, experienced a severe flood. The water rushed in so quickly that it took my husband and me an hour to reach our firstborn at nursery school. He was only a little over a mile away, and it should have taken us just five minutes. When we reached our street, the water was rushing by and rising up to our waists. We exited the car, and my husband lifted our son over his head to prevent the water from carrying him away. I held onto my spouse to avoid being swept away. It was a strange sight to see the street filled with water, resembling a river, yet it did not cross the sidewalk. Later, I watched my neighbors walking past our house in wat...