Flood of 2016 Journal 3

Flood of 2016 Journal 3


From time to time I will think of the things lost and feel a little sad... Mostly I regret losing pictures, my journals from years ago... quite a bit of genealogy stuff I've collected through the years... that really hits me... I probably will never have the energy to gather those things again... I bought a chest from a thrift store a few years back...It was a cheapie... but I really liked it... The reason it was so cheap was somehow someone had splashed yellow paint over the flower picture on top of the chest... The store was dim and I didn't even see it till I was putting the chest in the car... Once home the yellow paint continued to irritate me till I decided to try to remove it... hoping the flower arrangement under the paint would survive... I took some nail polish remover and oh how happy I was when I was able to remove the yellow paint without harming the flowers... Sigh...


A lot we have managed to save... Richard got all three of his trumpets and cleaned them... He has the first trumpet he got as a boy of 10 years old and then the trumpet he played for around 40 years and his newest one... Its only a few years old... He's gotten them cleaned and oiled and I am so glad for his sake... My mother's graduation picture and her booties are fine... the Indian man and woman with her child my mama painted... they're so beautiful and I love them so because she painted them... saved most of my pretty dishes...


I actually feel worse for Richard than for myself... I've often nagged at him telling him he has hoarder tendencies... so many things he's been collecting for nearly 50 years destroyed... I kind of decided years ago that things just don't matter so much... seeing my grandmother in a nursing home... a few housecoats/gowns, a few decorations, TV, small refrigerator, bed... just a few things in 1/2 of a nursing home room... it made me so sad but to be blunt... in the end that's what it will boil down to for most of us...


I was talking to a lady yesterday at the local Walmart... She said she finds it very hard to even realize that this has really happened... her lovely home and all her things gone... destroyed... she said she still finds herself wondering if this is all a nightmare... I'm sad but not terribly so. Maybe I just don't truly feel it yet... as for this moment I don't feel that sad about the things I lost...


I haven't talked about it much... there doesn't seem to be much that can be done about it... but what is hurting most... isn't about things at all... I think many of us find when the chips are down... there will be people you hoped might care... but they go on their own way... Perhaps if they spare us a thought at all they thought with satisfaction how we are 'paying' for all the real and or imagined wrongs we ever did to them...


I can't imagine being like that... I don't want to be like that even in my worst moments... I'd rather be me... Stupidly loving faults and all... I'm human... I get hurt and angry many times... I often do the wrong thing.... but I promise... there's no member of my family who could be where we are today that I wouldn't be calling, worrying over, praying for, doing what I could... and I'm not talking about money folks... I'm talking about caring... Talking about how I always thought family should be... but many of us find out during something like this that our 'ideal' of family is one of the first things to be destroyed.


I talked to a lady at the sheriff's office shortly after we returned home... she's finding out the same thing... and my heart aches for her... A friend of ours said this seems to be more the norm than ever... Its sad but another thing we just have to try not to dwell on... I am grateful for those family members from God's family which I am grateful to be a part of... total strangers before... friends/family now... who have reached out to let us know we're not alone... Thank You. Hugs and Prayers Elissa Smith


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KandL
KandL

Hi Elissa, I am sorry you lost so many things in the flood. When Eddie was a child we lost most of our possessions in a house fire. I think back then possessions meant more to me. I would be saddened if I lost any more pictures of my son because he is no longer on this earth and I think we are all attached to some things we own. I wonder if since our child has passed and we survived, that possessions now mean little? But I'm happy to hear your mama's painting, graduation picture etc. are fine. Hugs, Linda
mngramma
mngramma

I treasure little things. Pictures are huge especially after we "lost" Tony. Hugs, time not things. I'm sorry for your losses. Hugs
Livingjuicy
Livingjuicy

We endured a flood in our home that destroyed 3/4 of it in 1997. It was not nature caused, yet caused by a toilet that burst a pipe and ran like a hose with water full force for over 24 hours as were camping and our neighbor discovered water coming out from under our front door when he came to check on things. Upon our return our neighbors were all waiting to tell us of what happened and were armed with fans, rubber gloves, etc. I will never forget how that made us feel that we could face anything as long as were okay and that others truly cared. We lived in our house for the eight months that it took for renovations and it was a natural time to purge that which was destroyed. I learned in that moment that things could come and go and most of it did go. My sister brought us dinner once a week for those months as all we had was a microwave on top of a piano because we no kitchen to speak of. I will never forget Sarah looking out the window waiting for her auntie to come with a home cooked meal.

I understand my circumstances were different, yet they feel very much the same and you are right, it's the care and helping hands that are never, ever forgotten. Showing up in whatever way we can is what makes ALL the difference.

Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers who are no longer that and that you are not feeling SO alone. I'm so sorry for that which has been lost for Richard and for you. It's an upheaval that's for sure and each time we would leave our house to be gone for awhile we turned our water off for years. That is how traumatized we were.

Loving care, Elissa, and grateful to you for sharing your narrative. I hope in the writing of it you are finding some kind of comfort as I know that is what writing does for me. What a trial this has been and continues to be on so many levels. I'm SO sorry!

Gentle care,
XO Joanie
MomofJosh
MomofJosh

I too am so very sorry! I cannot imagine how I would feel and yet when I do, I find myself nodding my head as I read your journal. In the end, what do these things matter? And yet, there are some that do matter! Still sending love and prayers in abundance... For what little that is worth... Tight hugs, Leda