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How sad is it not to have a home THREE MONTHS after Hurricane Sandy?

My sister sent me this heart wrenching slide show a few days ago.  Again, The devastation of this hurricane is out of our minds when we don’t live with it, but people who were hit by this storm are still suffering.  What makes this sideshow sad is ALL THESE PEOPLE HAVE INSURANCE, but none of them can get the money to fix their homes.

It’s so unfair, really.  My heart goes out to all these people, and the countless others also faced with such loss.

When you look at these pictures you may think “Where’s all their stuff, in storage?”  The answer is “no”  The sad truth is… there is no more “stuff”  What’s missing in these now empty homes in gone.  These people, three months later, still have nothing.

The Devastation of Hurricane Sandy – The cleanup is not over.

As many of you know, the lagoon in the backyard of the home that I grew up in rose about twenty feet during Hurricane Sandy.  Our house (where my sister currently lives) was spared  with about $30,000 worth of damage.  Her neighbors where not so lucky.  It’s unbelievable what a few inches of height in a foundation can do.

But we haven’t heard much about it lately, have we?  Yesterdays news, right?  Here are pictures that were taken just a few days ago, after the National Guard started letting people back in.

For many, the memory of Sandy is far from gone.

Hurricane Sandy Update – My hometown isn’t there anymore

I had a post all set for today, but I’ll send it to you some other time.

This is one of those events that really puts your life into perspective.  I finally got in touch with my sister today.  She lives on the water at the Jersey Shore, in my home town.

She evacuated to my brother’s house, where there was little damage.  They are just without power.

Yesterday, she drove through what she called a “war zone” and got as close to her house (the house I grew up in) as she could.  She then had to wade through hip-high water for several blocks just to see if the house was still there.

Luckily it was still standing, but the waters had surged over 20 feet higher than normal and flooded the basement and garage. She was very lucky.

My home town is flooded several miles inland.  The church I got married in is under water.  The elementary school I went to is still under water and probably a total loss.

My nephew took a canoe out toward the ocean and got as far as he cold before the national guard stopped him.  A huge house floated down the canal and rammed into the bridge that separates the beach side of town from the boro side.  The ocean/beach starts at the base of the bridge now.  Miles of houses between the bridge and the former line of the ocean are under water or just plain gone. The boardwalk where I worked as a teenager is not there anymore.  Structures that are standing are past repair.  Highways suddenly stop and turn into beach.  Where there are still roads, she said she couldn’t navigate because so many trees are down.  She called the street my husband used to live on “a war zone”

Seaside Heights and Bay head are still on fire.  Some houses survived, but now they are burning because there is a river of water between them and the rescue workers.  The national guard is just trying to get any survivors to the other side of the bridges.

My sister is a hospice nurse, and has been working since Saturday relocating/evacuating/saving patients.  She then worked on finding homes/shelters for eight of her coworkers whose houses are a complete loss.  One of her friends is missing.  She waded to the girl’s house, but it wasn’t there anymore. It was just gone.

This is insane.  This is the type of thing you hear about in movies, or see on the news in “other places”.  This kind of thing does not happen in your home town.

I feel so incredibly lucky to have suffered so little damage where I am.  So many lives will be changed forever.

Please pray or send positive energy to all those effected by this horrible storm.

It is very surreal, knowing that the places you grew up with, the places where you worked and played … are just not there anymore.

 

Hurricane update and Flash Fiction Friday on Wednesday: Heart Stomping

Note:  Thanks for all the well wishes about hurricane Sandy.  We suffered mild damage in the form of a bad installation of a brand new sliding glass door.  It actually rained inside the door and outside.  I wish I thought of taking video, but all we could do was attack it with towels.  We got off quite lucky compared to the devastation not too far away.  Thanks for your prayers and good wishes.

Now, without further ado…Five minutes on the clock.  Go!

Melanie’s cold hand did little to soften the trampling beat of her heart.  The bark of the tree behind her scraped her skin through her thin cotton t-shirt.  Still, she struggled to become one with it … to hide.

A branch snapped in the darkness, stealing her breath. Immobilized, she squinted into the brush.  Where had the sound come from? Silence played with her mind, and she imagined the tree’s limbs growing, clutching clawing, and a breath behind her. But that’s impossible!

A shriek penetrated the night, and she pushed from the tree.  Her shirt caught and ripped, the sound a quick zip in the night as she darted into the darkness.

Happy Halloween!

Hunkering down for a Hurricane. AKA Go Away Sandy.

Hurricane, Huh?  Isn’t hurricane season over?  And I don’t live in Florida.  Wait a minute the eye of the storm is heading where?  Straight for me?  Whaaaaaaaat?

Normally, I don’t even blink about hurricanes, unless I am in the Caribbean, since I always seem to vacation during hurricane season.  But now what they are calling the mother of all storms is heading right at me.  I’m kind of inland, but not far enough inland to be out of the danger zone.

The storm isn’t here yet and the schools are already closed.  The power company, the gas company, and the insurance company have all called with directions about what to do.  Yikes.

Luckily for me, I grew up on the Jersey shore, and know how to batten down the hatches.  I know that just about anything can turn into a projectile.  In a family group effort today, everything that could move in the backyard became safely stowed in our garage.  Our Halloween decorations are all down, and piled up in out living room (The chances of them getting back up are slim)

So now, we sit and wait.  It’s already raining.  At this point, there’s really not anything more we can do but see what happens.

For everyone else in Sandy’s path… keep safe, and stay inside.

For everyone outside the danger zone, prayers or positive energy is always appreciated.  Hopefully, this will all just blow over. (no pun intended)  🙂

Safe wishes to you.