It's raining again. It's raining really hard and I wonder if all those people on the TV all week who have been breaking my heart with their losses are being frustrated in their efforts to clean their already flooded out homes. Earlier this week every river and creek in the city flooded. It caused major damage everywhere. The house that I'm living in now stayed dry, but the house that I grew up in was flooded by Nancy Creek and the apartment that I lived in when I was diagnosed with cancer was completely under water. People who live in those apartments are already barely holding on to having a home, so the loss of the apartments is an overwhelming blow. One lady that I have heard of, a friend of a friend, lost her job in January. Her husband died of colon cancer in march, and now her home is a mess from being flooded by Sweetwater Creek. We were planning on having a cleaning party for her today, but it's being rained out. Officials are warning that Sweetwater Creek will flood again. I'm hoping that it doesn't reach her house. The more I hear, the more I wonder how you recover from such devastation. This poor woman has no money, no job and now no home. Where does she go?
I wish it would quit raining.