She and her late husband have been family friends since my dad moved us here in ‘88. I left here when I graduated high school, and never looked back. Until I moved back here a year and a half ago. This is a wonderful place (politics excluded), to raise a child as a family, or a single dad like myself. I went to sleep last night and it was sprinkling. I woke up periodically throughout the night to a torrential downpour. At 8am this morning, my backyard was underwater. That’s when the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I reached out to my firefighter friend, and questioned the three flash flood alerts I’d received starting at 3am. I wasn’t able to do shit, other than load and unload stuff for the first responders. I had to stand down when it came to getting into the fray. I’m having a lot of trouble with what’s going on. I was able to watch a woman rescued via helicopter, from a tree. It reminded me of the footage from 87. People who I’ve known all my life, and consider family, have lost their homes. If these Mystic kids are gone, I’m going to lose my shit. I don’t really pray anymore, but I’ll do whatever it takes to just get some good news. I absolutely hate feeling helpless, and that’s how I feel right now. I woke up today, and planned on a day of drinking. Man, that changed. Sorry for the rant, but it’s been a fucking day.