Scorched earth

It feels like 2017 is trying to take all it can from me.

Some of the losses are small, and some — like losing my aunt to cancer — are too big and fresh and complex to process. But it wears at me, feeling like life keeps taking things from me: not just things that are or have been important to me, but also little things that provide some continuity and stability during a deeply troubling and stressful year. I feel like life and circumstances keep pushing and testing and taxing me, and each time I feel like I’m at my limit, life hands up a new challenge, threat, or loss. I’m exhausted, worn thin.

We buried my aunt two weeks ago. It went as well as could be expected, but it was still difficult, stressful, draining. We endured nearly two months of being told she was getting worse, that it would be soon. We had two weeks of hearing that it could be any day. We had more than two days of hearing that it could be any hour. We jumped every time the phone rang.

The person in the casket was a stranger, unrecognizable.

We were largely spared drama from ill or estranged family members, and for that we were grateful.

We were mostly spared the bad weather from Hurricane Harvey on our drive down to Mississippi. We were not spared from the fact that it was my father’s birthday, and we were driving for hours to bury his sister.

My father was not spared from eulogizing his sister. I watched my father, who rarely ever shows sadness or grief, falter as he spoke, the emotion clear in his voice, and I wondered if he would be able to finish. I gripped my mother’s arm the whole time, willing him to hold together. (He did.)

We were not spared the images of flooded Houston, the bad memories it sparked of Katrina, the knowledge that my aunt died on the anniversary of Katrina, twelve years after she took us into her home for weeks.

We were not spared the worry of Hurricane Irma, knowing that our family members in Miami did not evacuate. (Thankfully, they’re fine.)

I was not spared returning home to a looming work deadline — an immovable, government-imposed deadline — for multiple projects, including two that I’ve dreaded all year.

I got handed another loss tonight. I won’t try to explain it, because it probably wouldn’t make sense, and it seems small compared to everything I’ve mentioned. I suppose I feel it more deeply because of everything that came before.

Earlier today, I read some Facebook posts from a friend, written last night. She’s deeply, deeply depressed and feeling hopeless and worthless. I tried to reassure her as best I could, because I’ll cast a rope for a drowning soul even when I’m submerged myself. Another person told her to get a good night’s sleep, that things would look better in the morning. She responded that they wouldn’t, and I can relate; when you’ve been pushed past your limits, one night doesn’t even begin to undo the damage.

I just hope there will be enough nights to heal all of us.

Sparing you the gory details

I had really planned to post something about the whole grueling evacuation process we suffered for Gustav — not just the life-draining day in the car, but the days preceding it, nervously watching TV and internet reports about the storm, moving possessions to more secure places, going through the gut-wrenching task of deciding which prized items to bring and which ones to leave behind — but you know what? You don’t need me to give you all the awful details. I’m sure you can well imagine how miserable and tiring it all was, and I’m still too drained to really dwell on it.

We got back a few days after we left and I got sick (sinus troubles) the next morning — and stayed sick for over a week. Hardly surprising, but still unpleasant.

Our only consolation was that Ike didn’t come this way. If it had, I honestly don’t think we would have bothered coming back.

Home again, home again

We are home. We are safe. We are very, very tired.

Further updates when I can string together a whole paragraph of coherent sentences. 🙂

Argh!

So, yes, we’re probably evacuating this weekend in advance of Gustav. Final decision will come tomorrow, since the models are so iffy about which state it’s actually going to hit (several models were leaning more towards Texas today). But we’ve got to prepare nonetheless, because (as we learned full well 3 years ago with Katrina) when you get the signal to GO GO GO, there’s no time to pull things together. Lord knows that last time I left behind more than 1 item I would have taken had I had the time to think about it, and unfortunately, some of those things are permanently lost to me as a result.

Anyway… we’re battening down the hatches and will head for my aunt’s if need be. Further bulletins as time and events warrant.