The mess in Houston is just beyond wrapping one's mind around and it ain't over. My granddaughter is surrounded by water in Conroe but okay, thank God. My nephew is stranded in a 4th floor loft near downtown Houston surrounded by water but okay. But friend after friend is reporting in from flooded houses and it is still raining. So much loss! It will be years before Houston recovers. Businesses closed, people can't get out their doors to go anywhere. Rescue still going on as reservoirs overflow. Will it ever end???
My heart is on my sleeve and I weep at every picture of people volunteering their boats to rescue, the pictures of firemen carrying women carrying babies. I weep seeing boats sail past houses flooded for the first time ever with water to their roof tops. It all touches that spot of my own grief over recent losses. But then some of the tears I shed in guilty gratitude that I am not there, that I am here at the edge of the hill country with food, electricity, family and friends but wishing I could do more to help.
Please donate to the American Red Cross, the Salvation Army, the Houston Food Bank. Thousands have lost everything.