As we walked in our neighborhood yesterday, we saw for the first time some of the destruction at the end of our street. We hadn’t seen the houses that had multiple trees through it or the cars that were trapped in driveways with transformers sitting on the roof or the cars that had trees through them because we hadn’t been able to get through to the other part of our street.
As I pushed the stroller, I realized again how life-changing this storm was for so many people. Many families will never come back to the house they called home. Many more will be living in darkness in the 80 degree weather for at least another week if not longer.
Day by day, we are finding ways through. It might not be easy because we don’t know how long until the schedules we called “normal” will even start again. Even as more stoplights start to work and more businesses start to open, we hold onto the hope that we will get through this, even as we hold the grief for those whose lives changed forever.
Step by step, we are walking on thankful that we are safe and that we are finding a way through.