It’s the 1-year anniversary of Harvey and people around here can’t talk of much else. Reflection is important, but forgive me if I don’t participate. To me, it still feels like it just happened.
Family and friends have been telling us their hopes for us as we’ve navigated through the past year since losing our home. We decided to symbolize those loving wishes with 100 pennies, some of which were hand-blessed, and scatter them into the piers below our new house.
So on a very warm and humid Sunday morning, standing in the dirt amongst the concrete pillars on our lot, the 3 of us held hands in a circle to mark new beginnings and to share our hopes. We have been through quite a lot together in the last year and we are stronger for it. It was surreal to know that where we were standing was once so different and will be transformed again very soon.
As usual, it is prayer and song that gets me choked up. We sang the Shehechiyanu, the Hebrew prayer of gratitude for new experiences. We also felt thankful for being together through it all.