Well, we are in the aftermath of Hurricane Irma, and I guess it could have been worse, but it was pretty bad as it was.
I think about how bad things could have been for me if I had stayed in Florida and not moved back to Tennessee, and I’m so thankful that I did make the move.
Unfortunately, my parents are still in Florida, in Ft. Myers (the west coast), which took a direct hit. The good news is that Irma was down to a Category 2 by the time it hit, so I know it could have been worse.
They were in a shelter by the time Irma touched ground in Ft. Myers, along with 1,500 other people, so at least they were safe.
By the time they left the shelter, they found out that their condo did not sustain any damage. Unfortunately, they also had no power.
The bad news is that my dad is having trouble breathing, and without power would have no way to use his nebulizer (he has emphysema), so he is in the hospital at this time. Luckily, the hospital had room to admit him for a few days to get his breathing stabilized.
After that, I suppose they will go home, but I don’t know what they’ll do without power! Maybe the power will be fixed by then.
I saw on the Weather Channel that almost 6 million people are without power in Florida! They will have to do something about that, and soon, as people will have to leave the shelters and go back home.
We are lucky in Tennessee, where I live, near the Smoky Mountains. We might have some storms, but that is about all that is predicted for us.
I’m just so very grateful that God took care of my parents in this horrible hurricane, and that he spared us in Tennessee. I know things could have been so much worse.
We have yet to see how the hurricane affected my mom, who has bipolar disorder.
I know she was very nervous, having to leave her home and go to a shelter, not knowing if she would have a home to go back to.
Imagine, having to pack, taking only those things that you really wanted to take with you, thinking that everything you leave behind might be totally lost to you.
Then, to be in a shelter with 1,500 strangers for 5 days! Of course, my mom is very outgoing, and usually loves to meet strangers and talk to them and find out their stories, but so many at a time?
I know she was very anxious, and the whole situation might have sent her off into a manic episode.
Plus, having to attend to my dad in the hospital immediately after leaving the shelter, that may have made her bipolar even worse.
But I have yet to talk to her, or to hear anything about her (their) situation. I am very concerned. All prayers are appreciated.
Hope you fared well during Hurricane Irma and that you are safe.
Wishing you joy and stability,
Remember God loves you and so do I,