||[Aug. 25th, 2011|09:39 pm]
This has to be one of the hardest parts about not living near my family. As I write this, they are preparing to meet Irene head on, should she stay on her current course. At this point, I'm not sure she's going to sway enough to miss them.|
It's a very difficult decision to flee one's home. We did it one time before, when Hurricane Gloria hit back in '84, I think. I was in the 7th grade and my dad owned a bunch of horses. We evacuated all of the horses to the Horse complex in Raleigh. I remember because we spent the night in a horse stall near the horse. I thought it was the most excellent thing ever! Luckily there wasn't a lot of flooding, and we were able to get back home (about three hours) easily.
I've called today and begged the family to please evacuate, and they've said no. It ruins me to think they're going to be there, but alas, I've done all I can do. I keep telling myself that if we lived in Raleigh, they would have already take over my house by now.
Here's the best part: if given the opportunity, I'd leave RIGHT NOW and go ride it out with them! It's twisted to the core, but it's the way I feel.
All I can keep think about is the old deck hand in "Master and Commander: Far Side of the World." He was a salty old character that has the letters spelling HOLD FAST one each finger. I keep thinking that for my family in NC.
Hold Fast loved ones.