It's hard being a thousand miles away when those important to you are in trouble and you possess no way to help or soften the fear and heartache they are enduring...
You see the pictures on news and facebook; Roads, Homes and Businesses swept away. Your heart pounds and your guts twist knowing they are in that. The people you think of when you think "Home" are in that... They LIVE on that river. They are BETWEEN those rivers. They have to cross those bridges to get home.
The Big Thompson, The Poudre, The South Platte... all are raging...
|*Remains of the Road into Big Thompson Canyon*|
Though those close to me are so far all well and safe... there are many whose struggle is just beginning.
|*Rescue CH-47 Flying Home through Colorado Sunset*|
|*My Beloved Poudre Canyon Twisties*|
Blizzards, tornadoes, then fires and now floods...
Sometimes the fight gets to be too much. You stop and cry. Your heart feels like it's being crushed in a vice... wishing it would all just be over. But then you have no choice. You stand, scrape off the mud and start walking.
My thoughts and heart is with those people whose fight still goes on