It's been three weeks to the day since the flood that tried its darnedest to destroy my hometown. During the past 21 days I've made a breakneck voyage back to Canada to assess the damage to my own flood-damaged property and to help my family with their two flooded properties, and have been through every emotion you could possibly imagine--from the sadness and despair that come with the realization that life in this little village will never be the same again to the hope that it can be rebuilt even though it will never look the same.
The widespread destruction of property and landscape is overwhelming, but it is equalled in scale by the outpouring of compassion and assistance from all corners of the province, the country, and the continent. Countless volunteers have worked tirelessly not only to help with cleanup in the aftermath of the flood, but also to feed hundreds of people displaced from their homes, to round up donations of clothing and essential items, and to organize a variety of committees for fundraising and victims' advocacy.
A special thanks to the minister driving along the streets in a Salvation Army van handing out sandwiches and fruit to the residents whose homes had been essentially destroyed--a sandwich may not seem like much, but when you've lost everything and don't know what you're going to eat that day, it means the world. I thank God for every time I walked out of a store during the holidays and put a few dollars in the Salvation Army red pot. You never know when you're going to be the one needing the help of an organization like them, and they have proven to be a bright spot in a very dark time.
I was surprised and elated to be able to salvage a couple of items from Gram's owl collection, as well as a couple of pink flamingoes that I had posted about just prior to the disaster. One of those handsome lads is eventually making his way back to Florida with me to hang out with Mr Flamingo in the back garden!
TOGETHER WE WILL PREVAIL
And we will.