Is there ever going to be an answer on how to help addicts? I don’t want to give up on hope after losing my daughter, Lori.
In April, I found out that my nephew has been struggling for five years to over-come his addiction to heroin. Because I had just lost Lori to her addiction, my family wanted to spare me the pain of hearing about this repeated addiction. My cousin’s son has been in the same situation for years.
Why are our children turning to drugs and alcohol abuse? Why do they need this substance to make them feel happy, become more out-going, or use it as a way of getting confidence to fit into society and with their friends?
It seems our children, including the adults, don’t want to face their problems head-on and live their lives to the fullest. Prescription drugs are passed out by doctors like candy. If you are depressed or have a pain mentally or physically, the medicine only numbs you. It doesn‘t solve the problem that is eating away at you. No one wants to know how to deal with the suffering or talk it out with a professional to reach recovery without pills or alcohol.
Last summer, I went to talk to my cousin’s son and hoped my words of experience with the lost of Lori and my husband, Richie, would have given him the strength to fight for his life. I can’t count how many times since then that he had fallen.
While my nephew was in Gosnold Rehabilitation in Falmouth, I called to see if I could give a talk, and I was denied. The reason was because he was a family member, and they didn’t think it would be a good idea. Were they serious? What does it matter? What better time to reach out to a loved one than when they are in recovery?
We desperately need to change things and do what is best for the addict instead of being run by rules that are not working. This disease is so out-of-control that our society and families are losing people who could offer so much to this world. Instead, we have sick alcoholics and drug addicts who can’t even function to get through a day without being in a fog.
Is all this because recovery is too hard to work for to get to the goal?
Why do parents or loved ones spend so many years thinking of the ifs or whys after a person’s death, until the loss over-whelms us? I received a call this week from a recovered addict who had contributed her story in my new book What is and isn‘t Working for the Alcoholic and Addict: In Their Own Words (waiting for an agent or publisher to believe in the book and publish it).
After a two hour conversation, this total stranger became a friend. She had been a counselor years before and brought up how much I talked about the loss of my daughter, Lori. Of course, tears were ready to burst. The pain was burning in my throat, and it hurt. Crying heals. Instead of releasing the agony of loss, I seem to hold back.
November 22, 2013 will be seven unbelievable years that we lost our daughter from her alcohol abuse. You’d think time would heal. You’d think with my private and public speaking engagements, my book signings, and publishing two books on our private lives behind closed doors, that I’d be healed by now.
Many people ask me, “Did your writing help with your loss?” See, we never heal after losing a child. I have been struggling all these years trying to learn how to go on with the empty gap in my heart knowing Lori will never be present with her laughter or smiles in my life ever again.
Talking about Lori has been very difficult for me. I fill up and wonder if I can continue the conversation. This stranger, became very concern with me.
She said, “I can hear in your voice that you still can’t forgive yourself with Lori’s death. She had choices, and you did the best you could at the time with what you knew. Not forgiving yourself is like an infection inside that has heal or it becomes poison. Going on this long with guilt can bring on a heart attack, cancer or other diseases. Promise me you’ll get help with this.”
I hung up and had that good cry. I started to think of the stranger’s honesty with how I’m still blaming myself with Lori’s death when she had three chances in alcoholic rehabilitation centers and family struggled to help her. Nothing we did helped her recover.
I sat alone in prayer and asked Lori to forgive me for the missed opportunities I might have had to help her and that I loved her. I finally had to let go and believe in God’s promises of having a place for all of us when we go home to Him.
In 1939, my parents lost my brother, Walter, when he was seven years old from Polio (story in A Spiritual Renewal; A Journey to Medjugorje). Mom had a breakdown from the pain. In the early 1980’s I watched my father, who was a retired Brigadier General, who had always been in control, breakdown in front of me crying and remarked, “I told Walter that I would never take him to the park again because he was misbehaving, and I never did.” Dad looked at me with tears rolling down his face, “It’s been forty-five years, and I still can’t forgive myself.” My mother said the same to him, “I’ll never take you shopping again." How many of us say that to our child? Until I had lost Lori, I couldn’t imagine that kind of pain.
Why do we have to let go? My parents told me what happened unexpectedly to them to let go of Walter’s death some twenty years later (story in A Spiritual Renewal: A Journey to Medjugorje).
My parents were watching television in bed, and Dad looked over at my mother. He told me that her face lit-up under her skin like someone put a flashlight under it. Her lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. She was looking up at the corner of the ceiling.
When the light faded, he asked her what happened. She replied, “I just spoke to Jesus. He was in a cloud in the corner of the ceiling, but I couldn‘t see Him. He said we had to stop crying, because our tears were holding Walter back from going to Him. Walter wanted to comfort my parents, yet he was unable to go to God. Imagine, twenty years!
Days later, they went with my sister to Walter’s grave site in Worcester, Massachusetts. They dug a small whole and placed something inside it and said, “Now he won’t be alone!”
So now, I have to say goodbye to Lori with love and know I will see and be with her again. Like my friend said, “I have to know in my heart that I couldn’t save her.” Until I feel that with no doubt, I will go on punishing myself for something that was completely out of my hands with her refusing help. I don’t want her to be in limbo with the struggle of going home to God. I’m sure there will be moments of tears again; when her daughter and son get married or something special happens. I have to look at the good gifts that came out of a bad event; a death of a child.
The good? God gave me thirty-nine years with a beautiful daughter inside and out, who had loved with all her heart, enjoyed her family and friends, and gave us Meagan and Joe. She laughed easily and was a good mother, sister, aunt, cousin, friend and daughter. We are all a gift to someone from God. We belong to only Him, and He will call each of us home. We have to trust that Jesus had a reason to take them. Heaven is the only place that our departed ones find peace and happiness?
With Lori’s death, I became an Awareness Coach to speak privately and publicly to other with the effect of alcoholism on the whole family. God is leading me on a path that I have to follow. My gift is when a substance abuser comes up to me with a hug and says, “I’m glad you came to talk.” Maybe, just maybe, I’ll save someone living in denial, and they will have the true desire and strength to get help.
If you are an author, you know the hard decision to either self-publish your work or wait months, or longer, to hook a traditional publisher. I am ready to make that decision with my fifth book What is and isn't Working for the Alcoholic or Addict: In Their Own Words. Being my fifth book coming up and after having had all four self-published, you might wonder, why is she in limbo making a decision?
Well, money is one great factor. When an author has multiple books out you have to not only "pay" to print your book with self-publishing, you have to purchase hundreds of your own books to book sign, do talks, go to festival and so forth. The well does run dry, unless you have "a book" or multiple ones that are on the number one hit list.
I am more concern with a decision because with this new book, which is a Narrative Non-Fiction, it is written by 34 recovery addicts who had opened up their hearts to tell their private life with their recovery programs. I want to do good by them. At the moment, I have Hunter House reading my book proposal and an agent reading my manuscript, which is a first with getting any attention with a publisher and agent. I guess you could call it "Frosting on the Cake" for an author.
Then I started to wonder; is it the frosting? Going to a workshop last week run by an agent, I had to re-think my thoughts when she explained the percentage that the agent, publishing house and distributor takes before the author gets "maybe" 3% royalties. If you get upfront money to promote (sometimes $5,000), you may not see a royalty for over two years until the loan is paid back to the publisher. If the book is not moving by six months, the publisher can pull the book and stop print. No matter which way you go, the author does 90% promoting and marketing.
At the moment, I'm giving myself two or three months to see what comes out of the people reviewing my work, on top of the 20-30 publishers and other agents I wrote to introducing my new book. We all may feel our book is great and has a message or we wouldn't write it. The hook is to get the publisher or agent believe in it.
What is and isn't Working for the Alcoholic or Addict may become an educational book to doctors, counselor, other addicts, and family members to read to learn what the addicts are trying to say did or didn't help them with their programs. They are also telling what family members need to do to support them during this time.
I had another author, Alice J. Wisler, write me because she had a traditional publisher and is going to self-publish now. Of course, it only confused me a little more with a decision. Below is her answer to me.
"My first novel, Rain Song, sold over 40,000 print copies in the first year. I did virtually nothing to promote sales online because I was not part of Goodreads, not on Facebook or Twitter, or any other social media group at the time of its publication (2008). Bethany House promoted me as a brand new author of theirs and must have put a lot of money into getting me out there. I received a nice advance (well above the average for a first time novelist) which I made back within the year due to book sales being strong.
"I will be self-publishing my third cookbook of memories this summer. I like the self-pub process. I like having control, and once the printing costs are paid off (I plan to use a printer as I have before) and all the other costs that go along with having a print book published, I look forward to earning from it and not having to wait for royalty checks to come quarterly or bi-annually from a traditional publisher.
"Yes, I do like the control, but of course, I won't have the following that go along with signing a contract with a reputable publisher:
* a nice advance check
* the advantage of a publishing house's publicist promoting me and lining up book events and radio shows
* somebody editing my work for me for free
* copies of my book sent out via the publisher for reviews, contests, etc.
* my publisher buying ad space in magazines to promote my work
* marketing perks like bookmarks, postcards, posters and other items
* my publisher doing the leg work to get my work into stores like LifeWay, Sam's Club, Walmart, Family Christian, etc.
* my publisher promoting my books at events like the annual International Christian Retail Show
"The thrill of signing a contract with a reputable publisher is unlike any other and I would do it again . . . and again . . . ."
Alice J. Wisler
How many swear each year to give up a habit we know is not only bad for ourselves but the people around us? Maybe you get up and promise yourself that today is going to be different. No more drinks. I don’t fully understand this thinking as much as an alcoholic would.
It’s sad how an addicted person won’t realize this action of going back without being able to stop is going to kill them. No one believes it will happen to them. My daughter, Lori, and her father, didn’t and either did I think I’d be in the books of losing loved ones from this killer.
Getting and staying sober has to be one of the most difficut task any substance abuser has to face. The work must be so hard that they choose to give in and drink again.
I think the unknown frightens many. First, make the choice to stop. You want to survive, you have to believe in your goal. To change, you have to break your habit of location and friends. That will be the hardest, because that is where you are most comfortable. Why? Because they are doing the same and you tell yourself that it’s not wrong, although, deep down you know it is.
Willpower alone is not enough to get you to change your habit. You need professional help …. and you “want” the help. Some people don’t like the pain, fear and struggle getting sober so you continue.
Take tiny steps; admit you have a problem, want the change, break from your friends and keep away from the locations that bring it on. Call an alcoholic rehabilitation center and get admitted. Then take time to pray and bring the spiritual gifts to help you. Open up to your family about your hurts and let them into your counseling. Don’t hide the problems within family because it is a family disease.
Then let go and put it in God’s hands and open up to the medical team to help you.
On April 12, 2013, Alberta Sequeira, a four-time award winning author and Awareness Coach, of Rochester, Massachusetts, went to the event “A Night With Our Lady of Medjugorje and Ivan Dragicevic” at the St. Nicholas of Myra Catholic Church on Spring Street in North Dighton, Massachusetts.
Ms. Sequeira had been a former North Dighton resident for over thirty years, living on School Street as a teenager, and got married to Richard Lopes, and they lived on Old Somerset Avenue with their daughters, Debbie and Lori.
Alberta presented Ivan and his interpreter, Ann, an autographed book of her memoir A Spiritual Renewal: A Journey to Medjugorje. In 1998, she had received a calling from Our Lady to travel on a ten day pilgrimage to Medjugorje, a tiny, remote village in Bosnia. She met four visionaries and witnessed two out of the six having their daily apparitions with Our Lady, and Ivan was one of them who she had followed during the week.
“I would never have thought that I’d come home from my trip, write about my experiences with miracles that took me to those holy grounds, and my spiritual changes that brought me back to my faith and the Church. My greatest and unexpected blessing will forever be fifteen years later, handing Ivan my life story of Medjugorje from the eyes of a lost soul coming home.”
Ms. Sequeira has gone to three events to see Ivan in Fall River, New Bedford and Medway, Massachusetts to see him during his apparitions. No matter where Ivan is in the world, at exactly 6:40 p.m., Our Lady appears to him. The Blessed Mother has been appearing to the six visionaries since 1981, and She has one more secret out of ten to give to two visionaries, before they will be revealed to the world.
It was the first event that Alberta had seen where Ivan stayed and greeted every person until the last one left church. He and Ann were very personable. Ivan stayed and talked about how Our Lady moves and looks during his apparitions. After Our Lady appeared to him, he stated that there are many times that it takes him a few hours to adjust coming back to Earth.
Alberta feels that her greatest gift being in the presence of Ivan with his apparitions is absorbing the mystical act that Our Lady is actually coming down from Heaven and being in the same location She is occupying. Mary blesses each one who goes to the events with Ivan.
On April 10, Alberta went to the St. Nicholas of Myra Church hall to see the introduction of a video on Medjugoje that Father Paul Fedak ran for the public. Ms. Sequeira did a talk on her trip to Medjugorje and book signed.
Alberta is available to do a talk and book sign at your church or any event. Her topics can range from her trip to Medjugorje, A Spiritual Change Within or The Effect of Alcoholism on the Whole Family after she lost her husband, Richard, and daughter, Lori, to alcohol addiction.
Addiction to drugs and alcohol can rob you of who you actually are. The addicted forget the once happy, loving person that they once were, or the silly family moments that they cherished. Everyone is still there waiting for you to return to the fold, you just lost your way. Addicted demons are alert to all the weak who are going down his path. He has no soul, so pity, or no heart. He robs you of hope, strength, and the reason to live.
You lose your way because of who you hang around with, because they will never support you to give your addiction up. In fact, they make you believe that you will never get sober. You fall victim to others trying to drag you down with them. Yes, misery loves company.
Opportunities that come your way with counselors, doctors, rehabilitation, detox locations, are pushed out of your world. You lost your belief in yourself. Fear over-rides your hope. Think about what keeps you stuck. You can change. How? By taking the first step; tiny ones, at least you are moving toward your goal.
The person you are now, is not the person inside. You are buried with a disease. Instead, you think it's you who is bad. You believe others are above you, when they're not. You turn friends and family members away, when they are the ones who love and want to help you.
Stop destroying yourself. Only you can fight this battle. Believe me, if parents could get inside their loved ones body to save them, they would. We love by enabling and only bring you deeper into your addiction. Don't throw away your opportunities that are waiting for you. Push fear aside and walk through that door.
What a substance abuser needs to do is slow down, take time to be alone, and do an honest study on their daily lives.
First: look at your behavior. Be aware of your actions everyday when you wake up, during the day and your nighttime amusement. What do you do that you consider to be fun? Who do you hang around with for this “so called” entertainment? Do you miss your old friends who you laughed and had good times with without the use of alcohol or drugs?
Second: Mean what you say you want. Do your actions follow your desire to get sober? Are you willing to struggle to get a clean life without using? Start a journal and see what your pattern is with drinking. There is no question about getting sober; you need to break away from the people who are using with you. Stop meeting the suppliers.
Third: Start to notice what you feel you need to survive, and get to the reality of what you actual need. Hold onto the AA and Narcotic meetings, get a sponsor, hang out with the addicts who truly want help; not the ones going to meetings to find out where to get the drinks or drugs, or the ones who go to keep people off their backs.
Fourth: Do you have any standards left in your life; by this, I mean morals. Are you stealing from your family or friends? Are you constantly lying to people? Are you not putting you heart and soul into school studies to have a future, or doing your responsibilities at work to keep your job, or are you throwing your life away?
Fifth: Look back to your dreams of a future when you were growing up. Did you want a good paying job, respect, a home, a decent car, a family? Are you on that path or is it something that you accepted that is completely out of your reach? Are you leading the same life your addicted parents did; the one you swore not to repeat in your life?
Sixth: Face your fears head-on. It takes more of a person to say you need help, than to keep going down a dead end path to keep up with friends, or staying stuck with fear that you can’t pull yourself out of the suffering you are going through? The way fear gets less is to start the process of change. It’s the “thinking” about a giving up a lifestyle that keeps us frozen to do anything. Think of doing something as being better than doing nothing.
Seventh: Bring back your positive roots with your character. Remember back to the happy person you once were, the giving and support you offered to others; the true, solid friendships, and the family unity. The good side of you is still there. You need to believe in yourself again. Don’t let your drinking friends pull you down and lose your confidence that you won’t stick to getting clean.
Eighth: Make a list and number them on what pulls you in the direction of using. Is it something from the past with someone who drank in your family? Did a stranger abuse you? Are you being bullied in school? Where you always knocked down verbally or physically? Whatever, the reason, face the problem and get help. Are you going to let these people who hurt you steal your life from you?
If you can, lean on your family for help. I realize some addicts don’t have support at home. Don’t use that as an excuse. Get the help outside the family. If you are underage, look to school counseling. If you are eighteen or over, sign in to dry yourself out in detox and continue the help as an out or in-house patient. If you have no health coverage, ask doctors or the professional counselors how you can get financial aid. Don’t depend on the usual ten day programs in a substance abuse rehabilitation. This is your battle for your life. This disease will kill.
Ninth: Family has to talk about the past. Too many addicts die because they can’t open up. Don’t let this demon make you another number. Get a positive attitude and desire. Do it for you! It won’t work if you do it for someone else.
I'm not an alcoholic, but losing my husband and daughter from their addiction made me realize what a hard road the substance abusers have to face. That’s why I lost my family members. They let the demons from the past keep them from recovering. They both refused to talk about the past or let family members into their counseling. You have to talk about your pain and fears, or you will die like all the other alcoholics and drug addicts who lived in denial.
Guest Post by Carly Fierro, who is a young freelance writer whose life has been touched by substance abuse. She is extremely interested in health and self-growth and writes about these issues whenever she can.
During my undergraduate years, my roommate became addicted to cocaine. I’d never dealt with addiction before and had no idea what the signs were. However, knowing when someone has an addiction problem is actually a pretty innate instinct. If you suspect someone close to you may be an addict, you’re probably right.
The warning signs are usually the same for drug addicts. They get lazy and leave their paraphernalia around, such as straight razors and flat surfaces like mirrors or cooking spoons. They sleep all day and their personality shifts drastically, sometimes seemingly overnight. Here are a few things to keep in mind if you think someone may be an addict.
<strong>You Can’t Force Help on Them</strong>
If someone is an adult, you can’t force them into rehab. They’ll need to want help on their own, and it’s true that most people need to hit rock bottom before they even think of getting help. It’s scary and intimidating to broach the subject with someone you love about their addiction. Expect denial, not a breakthrough, and understand that you’re simply opening the door for a discussion.
If you’re enabling the person, the hardest thing for you to do is stop. Many people fall into the trap of giving an addict a (free) place to stay, and of course a means to continue their destructive path. They think it’s better than putting them on the street where they might start using dirty needles and resort to dangerous activities, like prostitution, to get their fix money. Realize that if you enable them, you’re both hurting them and putting yourself in a dangerous situation.
<strong>What You Can Do</strong>
Tough love is the key to keeping yourself safe, which means stepping back and letting them hit rock bottom. This isn’t easy. It’s not like when you buy ecigs online, and the process is straightforward and simple. They are an adult, even if they are an addict, and you can’t control their behavior.
If possible, keep in contact with them and let them know you love them and are there to help them no matter what. Of course, this doesn’t include giving them money or a place to stay. Let them know you worry, and remind them of how their choices are impacting the people they love. There’s not much you can do beyond that.
<strong>When it’s Time for Rehab </strong>
If they’re ready to get help, it’s easy to get overwhelmed by the options for rehab. Not all facilities are created equal, and the right one has an ongoing support network. Ask for the credentials of the director and the staff. Understand exactly how long the program is and what safety nets are in place for slips.
Tour the facility before committing to anything. Know when visiting hours are, the success rate of the facility and what type of counseling is offered. You might want to rush into the first opening you find, but that might be a mistake. Do your research, talk to the staff in person, and make sure it’s the right fit.
How many of us fear making changes? Quite a few. Imagine what an alcoholic or addict goes through? I'm not one, but I remember my poor daughter, Lori, with her shakes, weight loss from being bulemic, no appetite and all the suffering one goes through with this horrible disease. Try to make changes for the better when you are shaking in your skin!
Fear can overwhelm us, until we do absolutely nothing. I knew Lori wanted to be sober and it was so sad when we all saw that she couldn't on her own, and at the same time, she wouldn't let us help her. Our hands were tied. If I could have jumped into her body to do the work for her, I would have done it in a minute.
I hate it when people say she chose to die. No she didn't, and neither do others. They get beyond being in a healthy physical and mental stage to make decisions or many think their habit won't kill them.
You have to decide if you plan to stay stuck or reach out for help. If not, you will die like Lori and her father and every addict who lives in denial. Don't allow that demon to hold its grip on you.
By taking action, you head toward your dreams. Break your pattern with your actions and break away from your substance abuse friends. This is your battle to live. They are not going to help you. In fact, they help dig your grave.
Your dreams, with your effort, can become your reality.
My husband, Al Sequeira and I who live in Rochester, Massachusetts and tried to survive the Nemo Blizzard that arrived, Friday, February 8, 2013. We were determined to wait for the power to come back on when it went off at 11pm. With high winds of hurricane force that was not to be.
Saturday morning, the freezing air hit me full force when I pulled the covers off to get out of bed. It was only 34 degrees in the house. I couldn't bring myself to take off my warm pajamas so I kept them on layered with a pair of winter fleece slacks. My housecoat was not going to leave my body for any reason so I kept it over the clothes. An added cardigan sweater and sweatshirt made it bearable to get out of bed, but not until I overlapped them with my hospital socks I wore to bed with another cold pair of socks. You can’t be a candidate for Miss USA during storms of this sort.
Twenty minutes after Al and I weren't downstairs in the kitchen, our fingers felt numb so we put our winter gloves on feeling sort of silly. Our daily morning hot cup of coffee was not going to happen so we took a cold drink and some muffins from the counter. Our bodies craved something hot.
Within a half hour, our heads were so cold that Al pulled his Patriot's hat out and I found a white winter hat that I pulled down below my ears. Our goal was to get warm so I tore out the winter blankets and Al sat in his recliner while I cuddled on the couch. All our thickness of clothes and blankets didn't help our nose from being painful in the freezing temperature.
My next move was to take off our hats and I dug for two ski masks to keep our nose warm to prevent frostbite. At the time looking hilarious, we took pictures of ourselves. The moment seemed comical on how we were dressed being in our house. Within two hours, nothing was funny. By late afternoon, I felt I'd go out of my mind if our heat didn't come back on to thaw my body.
Al casually mentioned that he should have thought to bring our Colman propane stove in last night. My eyes widen with hope of survival, "We have a propane stove!" Instantly, my thought went to hot tea, soup, grilled cheese…anything HOT.
Al had completed two months of back to back surgery so he couldn’t shovel through almost two feet of snow to get to the stove in the barn out back. Our son, John, arrived a half hour later and saved our insanity by getting the stove. At 5pm, I had my first hot anything! I don’t know which was better; the hot tea going into my cold body or just holding the cup in my hands. We followed with a hot cup of soup. I thought I died and went to Heaven.
Our yard had been plowed out during the early morning hours Saturday morning and we were waiting for a second swing to clear the remaining heavy snow that drifted back onto the driveway. We were blocked in with snow and getting outside was impossible.
The Rochester Counseling on Aging Senior Center offered a shelter for people with no power and we were both getting ready to prepare for the move once we could get out. Our garage doors were electric so we thoughts of calling the Rochester Police once we could walk to the street to get picked up. Our driveway didn’t get plowed until the next morning.
By 7pm, we just wanted to be warm and thought cuddling in bed would be the next sensible move. We honestly thought we could suffer one night and survive and the power would return by morning.
Nothing in the world was going to make me peel off my four-layered clothing to get into bed. I ran my hand over the cold mattress and stared at it for a good ten minutes trying to mentally prepare myself to jump into something so bone-chilling. Was this going to be worse?
I added two comforters on the bedcover and got depressed seeing the switch to our electric blanket. How spoiled we become and take a push of a button for granted. Al took off his winter snow pants thinking he’d be too hot during the night. Too hot! I advised him not to remove anything warm but he was sure he’s sweat. Sweat comes from too much heat and we had none! Within ten minutes, he pulled his snow pants back on that became numbing from being off his body.
We looked at each other seeing strangers in bed with ski masks, gloves, our winter four-layered clothes and thought we were out-of-our-minds fighting this disaster that could kill us staying in temperatures in the thirties. He was congested from a cold and we were both heart patients with my added problems with diabetes. I wanted to cry from the mental frustration but the tears would have turned to ice going down my face.
By morning my prayers weren’t answered. Everyone we knew in Rochester had no power. Within two hours, our friends, Bob and Rachel Constant from New Bedford, had regained their power and invited us to stay with them. Our daughter, Debbie Dutra from Berkley opened their doors to us, but we wanted to be close to home with so many doctors’ appointments facing us that week in Dartmouth. We had to make a trip home to get food out of our freezer and into the Constant’s to save it.
Our dreams of just a few days with no power turned from Friday night the 8th to Wednesday morning on the 13th. We are so thankful for not having our pipes freeze on us. I thank God we had loving friends to take us in for a longer period than any of us expected. We discovered our friendship was strong and enjoyed the time together.
I will never forget this nightmare experience and will forever feel for every person suffering from any catastrophes from storms. I can’t imagine the pain and heartbreak with people who lose their homes. We never know until we walk in someone else’s shoes.