Five years on

Strange but true: I do not seem to be able to effectively link to the entry I posted then. If you want, you can browse through entries, if you go to the beginning, then go to the next batch, it’s there. Just a simple thing, meant to indicate that we were all alive and unharmed. Then again …
Nigel may just be having the day home from school. He isn’t feeling at all well, my sweet angel. Memories come flooding back in the midst of other stuff in life. Soon I will rouse Princess Ophelia … how much of how she is now is formed by the fact of how that day and the following days were to live through for a 10-year-old girl child? … and walk over to the high school that is physically closest to where we live.
How much of who we are today, our choices and our outlook and our behaviors, was shaped by the cataclysm that visited our city and our world five years ago?
There is so much healing needed in this world, from Nigel and Ophelia and their family and neighbors and city to our state and country and the world in which our little lives are placed. A world of pain and trauma and sorrow, of love and laughter and warmth too.
I had coffee with my conscience last night. Everyone was exhausted. Facts crash to Earth, and Hurricane Florence looms larger than ever. I need to pray and simplify and get down to the bare bones truth of me in order to proceed.
God bless us, every one.