You can call it a storm if you want to; but I lived through it, and it was a hurricane.

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I’m here… and we’re alive. We sustained significant damage to our roof… (the photo above is not our house) but we are physically well and in good spirits. Power went out on Sunday and has just been restored—at least temporarily. Quest is up, Charter is not. Phone service has been restored. I am busily answering emails, uploading terrible photos of the devastation, and processing this event. Obviously, I’ve not gotten to comments yet.

It’s been a long 5 days but this community has survived the worst storm in recent memory. And in the process, we have banded together and we have stepped outside our own homes to extend a hand to our neighbors. I am proud to be an Astorian, proud of the way this community handled this crisis, proud to know that even if the world is unaware of our crisis, we are completely aware of our neighbor’s need. If there is anything to be gained–it is this, in the past 5 days we have not only learned to “love our neighbor”, we have embodied that. There is perhaps no better example of love incarnate.

I’ve just begun to go through the emails and comments… but thank you. For your prayers, your concerns, and your love. It means more than you can ever know.

I’m off to hot water and a hair dryer. And maybe a few loads of laundry.