Hurricane Helene, the deadliest mainland storm since Katrina in 2005, has claimed the lives of 200 people as rescuers continue their search for survivors. The deaths have been reported in South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, North Carolina, Virginia and Tennessee.
The number of people missing is counted in hundreds, and the number of homes left without electricity is nearly a million. Unfortunately, rescue teams face challenges as many roads rendered impassable by the storm’s destruction.
North Carolina Governor Roy Cooper highlighted the severity of the situation, saying that the rugged landscape has made it difficult for many communities to receive any assistance.
Among those who lost their lives is 7-year-old Micah Drye of Asheville, North Carolina. He and his grandparents were swept away by floodwaters after seeking refuge on a rooftop. The boy’s mother, Meghan, survived.
The news of Micah’s death was disclosed by his aunt, Jessica Drye Turner, who also shared the boy’s final words, “Jesus! Please help me!”
The heartbroken aunt expressed her grief and pain over the loss of her sister’s son. “New grief and strong faith. New motto.”
The boy’s lifeless body was located about a quarter mile from where his mother had been rescued.
Meghan’s other sister, Heather Kephart, started a GoFundMe page to help Meghan after the devastating loss of her son, her parents, and all her belongings, including her home.
The fundraising page included a photo of sweet Micah, taken by his grandmother mere days before the tragedy. He could be seen wearing a Jurassic World T-shirt and smiling.
This family’s huge loss is just one of many caused by the devastating storm.
My Husband Only Fed Himself, Ignoring Our Hungry Kids and Me — I Gave Him a Stern Lesson
Life sure loves to test us with its unexpected twists. Just about a month ago, I faced a situation that really made me rethink the dynamics in our family. I’m Nancy, and here’s a little glimpse into the rollercoaster that my life has been lately.
I’ve been the primary earner for most of my marriage to Liam. I was always bustling around, serving tables at a downtown restaurant. That was until I broke my leg. Suddenly, I was thrown into a reality where I couldn’t work, and our family’s financial buffer started to thin dangerously.
Liam has tried to pick up the slack with various odd jobs here and there, but it’s hardly been enough. With money tight and my medical bills piling up, our household has been under a lot of stress. Our three kids, though young, feel the tension and I hate that they have to see us like this.
We’ve had our fair share of ups and downs in our seven years together, but nothing quite like this. From dealing with the usual chaos of raising kids to navigating financial worries when we bought our first house, we’ve managed to stick it out together. However, the current strain is showing us in a new light, particularly Liam.
Yesterday was particularly hard. It was one of those days that dragged on, each minute slower than the last, and by the evening, the kids and I were practically starving. Our fridge was nearly empty, echoing the hollow feeling in my stomach. We were all eagerly waiting for Liam, hoping he’d bring back something to eat.
When he finally walked in, the relief was palpable. That relief turned to disbelief when he pulled out just one single meal from a bag – a burger for himself. The kids watched wide-eyed as their dad started eating in front of us without a word.
Shocked, I managed to utter, “Aren’t you going to share?” His response floored me. “If I’m the only one working, I deserve a treat when I want one,” Liam declared, dismissing my shocked expression.
His words lingered in the air, heavy and cold. He suggested I should manage our food supplies better, leaving me stunned and speechless. It felt like a slap in the face. I couldn’t believe he’d become so indifferent to our situation.
That night, I lay awake, his words replaying in my mind. The image of Liam eating while our kids looked on hungrily was etched into my memory. It was clear that something had to change. We couldn’t go on like this; the kids were watching and learning from our actions.
Determined to make Liam understand the impact of his actions, I decided on a plan. The next morning, I got up early despite my leg pain and prepared breakfast with what little food we had left – just enough for the kids and me.
When Liam came to the kitchen and realized there was no food for him, he looked confused and asked, “Where’s my breakfast?”
I responded calmly, though my heart was racing. “Since you’re the only one working, I thought you’d prefer to treat yourself again. You also suggested I portion better; perhaps you should have considered that before eating a meal for one in front of your hungry family.”
The tension in the air was thick as Liam processed the lesson I’d mirrored back to him. It was a hard moment for both of us, but necessary.
The day passed with a heavy silence between us. Liam left for work without a word, and I was left to reflect on everything that had unfolded. It was a painful reckoning, but it sparked a change in Liam that I hadn’t seen coming.
To my surprise, Liam came home that evening not just with apologies but with groceries to cook us all dinner – something he hadn’t done since our early days together. As we sat down to eat, he looked at me with genuine remorse and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much I’ve been taking you and everything you do for granted.”
He admitted the pressure of being the sole provider had overwhelmed him, and he had lost sight of what was truly important – our family. It was a heartfelt moment of vulnerability that brought us back together.
We ended the day with a newfound understanding and appreciation for each other’s struggles. Liam’s act of cooking dinner and his sincere apology showed his commitment to mending our relationship and supporting our family through these tough times.
From that day on, Liam made sure to include us more in his decisions and efforts, recognizing that we are stronger together. It was a tough lesson learned, but it reminded us of the importance of empathy and teamwork in our marriage. And for that, I am grateful.
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