You see, this is when we flooded seven years ago. In fact, I think it was this exact week in May. We had six inches of water inside our house and had to leave our home for several months for renovations. We only lost stuff, and the three of us stayed safe, but it was a challenge to go through that with a ten-month-old and during that time both my father and my father-in-law passed away. So, I'm a little twitchy this time of year. They're saying we should be fine where we are, but all of that water has to go somewhere, and we live only a couple of blocks from a river known to flood in the past. So . . . twitchy.
My heart goes out to all of those who are and will be affecting by this year's flood. They have begun opening the Morganza Spillway (slowly, to give animals and people time to evacuate) to save Baton Rouge and New Orleans from being overtaken by water, but that means that our friends east and south of us will soon be under water. Thinking about them waiting and packing up their belongings and waiting more, watching the water levels rise and knowing there is nothing they can do about it, breaks my heart. I've been there. I know the fear, the pain, the anger that goes with it. I wish there was something I could do to help, but I know that all there is to be done is for them to save what they can, keep themselves safe and out of harm's way, and remember that it's all just stuff. We got through that very difficult time together, and so will our friends and neighbors. But . . . that doesn't make this any less difficult for them.
My thoughts and prayers are with all of you.