Last night I was headed over to the shop after dark and the moon was so pretty. I had to come back in and get the camera.
As I was standing out there looking at it, I thought about everyone everywhere who sees the same moon. People all over the world. People in Houston who are hurting. There’s something kind of bittersweet about looking at the moon, feeling so blessed and then realizing how many people are seeing that same moon and feeling sad or hopeless right now.
I have friends near Beaumont. The husband is a couple years older than I am. The wife is my age. We all went to high school together . . were all together from the time we were about 6 years old til in our mid-20’s. Their house has at least 6′ of water in it. It isn’t in an area that has ever flooded. I would be surprised if they have flood insurance. What do you do when you don’t have insurance and you’ve lost your home and every single thing you own? Most people don’t have the cash to buy a new home, especially if their home they planned to spend the rest of their life in suddenly has a net of ZERO. Will lenders make a loan to someone who’s 67 years old, retired and living on a pension/social security? Who wants a house note at that age? What if they still had a mortgage on their house? You know some people do! Do you default, ruin your credit, walk away and live under a bridge? Hopefully they at least had full coverage insurance on their vehicles. That’s one family . . there are thousands!
It’s all probably something almost all of the people in Houston/Beaumont/Port Arthur areas never thought they’d be facing. I realize there were other areas hit hard – Port Aransas and the Rockport areas but homeowner’s insurance will pay for wind damage but not flooding.
My family is all fine. The worst of the storm didn’t make it to Lake Charles. Some low lying areas that flood often were flooded and they have quite a few evacuees from southeast Texas there but Lake Charles got lucky.
I wish I could do something or say something to make everything better for those hurting. I’ve done what I can but somehow, it doesn’t seem like enough.
The moon always makes me have deep thoughts. Often, when I’m out and the moon is up, I remember times at my grandma’s. The evenings were always special but it was after dark that I missed my parents and my sister so I’d get a little teary at dark. I guess I can blame it all on the moon.