They say you should not make decisions after a life altering trauma. Loss of a job, the death of a loved one, a divorce. But what about waiting for a category 4 hurricane that comes knocking at your door?
Irma made her path known just days after Harvey wrecked havoc in Houston. Recovery and first responder teams stretching their resources nearly a thousand miles away while Irma sat on top of Cuba, making us guess which way she would go.
Meteorologist trying to predict the path of her destruction when she would finally make landfall in the US. They started pointing their arrow straight towards my home town.
And so we wait, and we watch as the storm inches it's way towards Key West. And because the storm had been heading towards the east coast, supplies and water became non existent when we all realized she was heading our way. Plywood vanished, as did all paper products, canned goods, ice, and the most precious, water.
Irma stormed past Key West, laying her destructive slap, and made her way north west. But in the wake, she weakened. She started losing strength. Yet that did not settle the nerves that hovered over the entire state. When she finally made her entrance to the Tampa Bay area, there was a lot of wind and rain. Thankfully, Irma started breaking up. She no longer held the strong eye we were watching before we lost power. She shifted north east, sparing us the worst of the storm.
Even so, she did some tree trimming.
We are so grateful none of these limbs hit the roof of our house.
Even in the aftermath of the storm, the butterfly's returned, just to let us know that they still believed in tomorrow.
