Blizzards and ice storms and hurricanes are scary times. If they’re coming our way, we prepare as best we can: food, camp stove, warm blankets, lots of batteries. But sometimes that’s not all we need.
I have a friend back east where “Snowpocalypse” is hitting hard. We’ve talked several times over the last few days, but this morning, as she’s still watching the snow come down, she told me something else.
She hasn’t heard from her children at all.
She has no other family – she’s an only child and a widow. Her children are out west now, but they visit and have a good long-distance relationship.
None of them have called, or even texted, to ask how she’s doing.
In a centuries-old house with very little insulation, they didn’t ask how she’d stay warm if the power went out.
She worried about the heat pump freezing up, but they didn’t know that.
She worried about a rickety carport roof, but they didn’t know that.
She was upset that the contractors hadn’t done their work in the last few weeks, but the kids didn’t know that.
She was very uncertain about what would happen, a bit panicked at times (my mechanically-minded hubby walked her though a few things), but got through it all right. And her children still don’t know.
There’s not much these young adults could have done from far across the country, but an expression of concern and some moral support would have gone a long way to making my friend feel not so alone in the maelstrom.
If someone you love is in the path of a natural disaster, reach out – before and after, if not during. Call. Text. Send a Facebook message.
But don’t let them go through it alone.