Texas has flooded and…
it doesn’t feel right to be happy… they were just children hoping to celebrate. it was only supposed to be a few inches of rain. the rush ripped clothes off of people caught in it. people died saving their families. people were ripped from each others arms. the park i had my 10th birthday at is destroyed, concrete benches and tables ripped from the ground and playgrounds completely missing. my friend cannot find her cousin along with her children, their house is completely gone. my mom works in the hospital and finished her shift and cried in her car because everyone who was previously there was evacuated to other facilities and everyone she saw was a victim of the floods. not even all of my moms colleagues are accounted for. the trauma the children who survived will have to endure is insane and unimaginable. peoples ranches destroyed, crops demolished and animals suffering. even the wildlife is displaced in the area, deer are roaming looking bewildered. i was missed because of high ground and distance, not everyone gets to be that lucky. some people were just kids hoping to have fun at summer camp. and we rally as a community and help those with the devastation and put our all into spreading the word. it’s still fallen on moot ears. the helicopters don’t stop searching, i hear them right now and they’ve begged us not to fire anymore fireworks but people have no empathy. this is children we are searching for, infants and grandparents and the awkward teen that worked at your favorite store… how can some people be so rude? and we’ve found people. i learned the difference between “found” and “found safe” and it’s devastating. people don’t have homes anymore and don’t have their loved ones anymore and some don’t have the fight anymore. this was something no one even expected, we barely get rain why would we expect it? there’s not even rising water sirens unlike other towns the river runs through. it was the middle of the night and no one knew.
