Born and raised on Galveston Island, I’ve seen my fair share of storms. So, when we saw that Harvey was headed our way and all of the rain that was expected, we packed our bags Thursday evening and headed to my in-laws’ place in Waco.
As a child, I can remember watching tropical storms rain down from my bedroom. Peaking through the storm blinds, I prayed to God to keep my dad safe as he waded down the flooded street to help my grandparents evacuate their home just a few blocks over.
Then, there was Ike that hit in 2008, which was a devastating loss for my family. My parents and both sets of grandparents lost nearly everything, salvaging what they could with some elbow grease. It took time. What I’ve come to learn is that it never gets easier. You never get used to the thought that you (or your family) could lose everything. The feeling of anxiety sinks in and you just brace yourself. You do what you can to prepare and you pray.
I was anxious the entire time Harvey sat over Houston. As some of you may have noticed, I was absent from social media. I couldn’t bring myself to post as usual during such a horrific event when others so close to me were going through such tough times.
The devastation that came with Harvey is seriously heart breaking. My thoughts and prayers go out to those who have been affected and I’m so proud of my city coming together to help and support one another. #HoUStonstrong