It is one thing to see and hear about the destruction of Sandy on the nightly news, newspapers, internet images.
It is something else to see it first hand, albeit three weeks after the event. Nevertheless, to see it up close and realize that this is already the ‘cleaned-up’ version, is a sobering and humbling thought. We still did not see the full impact, and yet we are distressed and horrified by what we saw others have to endure, and which gives new perspective as to what we have to be thankful for that our town was spared this.
We spent the day with a group to help residents in an area that was still struggling. Some houses were abandoned, with signs on the window where the owners could be reached.
Others seemed to have just returned to their homes to start the huge task of cleaning up and picking up the pieces. And there were others who just returned to pick up what they can to load onto their cars, then leave again.
There’s not a whole lot I can say about this. I’ll let the pictures tell the story.
Totally understand, I’ve lived through my share of hurricanes and they are scary to say the least …