This trigger has been hijacked for my own selfish purpose. Finally, as we near the 1 year mark, when Hurricane Irene caused my Family home to collapse, I received a phone call from Home Depot today, August 6th, 2012, informing me that the Home Depot Foundation has approved our(more) request for assistance.
Within 2 months, my Parents will finally be able to go home again!
As some of you may know, on August 27th, 2011, at 1:00am (making it officially August 28th) Hurricane Irene roared through New Jersey. The combination of rain, wind, and flood waters caused the foundation wall to collapse causing a chain of events that resulted in leaving my Mom and Dad, both in their 80's, homeless.
Filed under the category of an Act Of Nature, the insurance company refused to pay for anything.
Due to the current state of the economy, banks were unwilling to loan an elderly couple on a fixed income anything at all. They said the house couldn't be used for collateral because of the damage, and the damage couldn't be fixed without money.
A never-ending circle of agony without any beauty.
FEMA helped as much as they could, a benefit was held for my family with some neighborhood rock stars including Dave Snake Sabo from Skid Row.
All organized by a wonderful angel of a neighbor, aptly named Angel, and a local contractor who donated all the labor, we were able to rebuild the foundation wall but have been stuck in a holding pattern for months.
Today is my Parents 63rd Wedding Anniversary.
I have spent every day since the disaster doing anything and everything I could do, receiving help from local politicians up to Governor Christie himself.
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad, you really can go home again,sooner, rather than later.(less)
It was something about his eyes, but at the same time it wasn't.
It was the way he breathed, gasping when she set her nails into him and exhaling in a hiss when she dragged them down his back. And then he panted to collect himself and she coul(more)d feel that his mind was connected by no more than a few thin threads.
It was the way he moved-- into the pain rather than away from it like any normal, any sensible person would. It was the flattery of being craved, of holding his desires in her hands, of being-- just for that moment-- his entire world.
And yet it was more than any of those things, because anything that could be put into words or into reason fell short. It had been like this with Albert, too, all those centuries ago-- a tugging in the chest but at the same time, a peace. Something had connected, when she'd first hurt him or maybe before that, something deep and primal and beyond the reach of logic. Beyond Eden's ability to disconnect it again.
She did not know whether Carver felt the same way. When he was hers, he was hers entirely; that was clear enough. But whether the connection clung to him at other times was less apparent, and she didn't dare ask him. If she was the more vulnerable despite being eight and a half years his senior, she wasn't going to let him know. (less)