It’s been a couple weeks.
Hurricane Fiona has come and gone.
How can we even talk about that storm given the havoc wreaked by Ian?
The trees that came down in the yard are no longer a threat.
There is still a problem though.
My yard is a bloody huge mess.
I’ve spent hours with axes, hatchets, clippers and a chainsaw processing the maple and willow trees that came down. My forearms are screaming. My knees are weary and my back is reminding me of my age.
And the work isn’t complete.
There are still logs to chop and piles of leaf covered branches to be made smaller then hauled away.
The storm came and went.
The clean up continues.
When my wife was diagnosed with cancer, treatments took about a year. The storm arrived. We held on through the gales.
After it passed, it took years after for us to clean up cancer’s impacts.
When we experience a loss, whether its the loss of a job, a spouse or a future to a critical illness, people pay a lot of attention to us when we’re in the storm. Things are bi…
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