Grasping Their Grief
My family and I are among the lucky ones. Hurricane Sandy didn’t wreck havoc on our lives. Aside from a few hours without power, none of us lost our property. More importantly, we survived.
Just a few miles away, communities are devastated. A tightly knit beach town of working-class people, called Breezy Point, is no longer. It is not alone. The cruel winds and water took away home after home, all over New York and New Jersey, scattering, demolishing and burying the possessions that defined their owners.
But possessions—whether they’re photos and papers, chairs and sofas, or coats and jewelry—are only possessions. They can be replaced. Northeasterners are resilient and resourceful. It is inspiring to see and hear how many of Sandy’s victims are coping. How neighbors are helping neighbors. They don’t have time for tears and grief. Millions also have been without power for days, but they are using the power within themselves to propel them ahead.
As of last count, 53 people are dead in the tri-state area. I can’t stop thinking about the two brothers—two and four years old—literally torn from their mother’s arms by a sudden rush of water. Their little bodies were found days later, after an exhaustive search.
It is hard enough to think about the fear that engulfed those little boys. It is impossible to grasp their mother’s anguish. The cruelty that can befall man and woman is inexplicable.