Last night I was thinking and worrying about cleaning, shopping, ordering food and cooking for Pesach.
Now those “worrying” aspects of life seem more of a privilege than a problem.
This morning I woke up to an email from my brother in law in Teaneck New Jersey..
His name in the ‘sender’ box was already unusual.
Then I read the email, sent from his Blackberry, which went something like this:
“Tremendous storms over here. We've lost power and don't have access to email.Two large trees fell onto the house, and one of them broke through the front facade and roof. Water is pouring in. No one is hurt.
We have gone to friends down the road . They also have no electricity..If you need to reach us, send email to me (until my battery dies).”
I had to read it several times before it sunk in. I still didn’t / couldn’t believe it.
I quickly surfed over to the American news programs and read, watched and listened to the horrific stories.
Two men from my sister’s shul had been killed returning from Shabbat Mincha (afternoon) prayers when a tree fell on them.
Hundreds of thousands are without any electricity and it’s very cold .
An update later from my sister’s cellphone ( everyone has cordless phones which need electricity so we couldn’t get through to any telephone – another reason to dislike cordless phones) said that electricity probably wouldn’t be restored until Tuesday. They had returned to the house to see if it looked safe enough to go in and take some essential items for a few days /weeks ? Who knows.
The important thing now was that the tree shouldn’t move any more and destroy more of the house. It had crashed through the roof, through my niece’s bedroom and down to the living room.
They were hoping to go further away later on to someone with electricity so they could recharge all their ‘communications’ equipment.
They weren’t sure where they would be sleeping – they had plenty of offers. They are still traumatized and are taking each hour as it comes
I felt so helpless and so useless. Apart from inviting them to come over here I couldn’t really do much else. But it’s not very practical. There’s work, school, college, and keeping an eye on their home.
I thank G’d that none of my sister’s family was hurt
I also thank G’d that I have a home to clean for Pesach, a kitchen to cook in and our own beds to sleep in.
We take so much for granted.