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Date: May 06, 2023 01:01AM
This off topic post is about some anxiety and fear that I’m trying to deal with and also about gratitude.
So, we’ve had a pretty dry Spring in Alberta, and the result has been a large number of grass fires in the northern parts of the province. The ground is tinder dry and strong winds have created wild fire conditions. In past week, small fires have grown into fast moving and very large fires. Over the last couple of days, it’s devolved into a really serious situation, with multiple communities further North being evacuated.
My husband I travelled from our home in Hinton, which is in the foothills of the Rockies, east to our daughter’s home in Leduc, a suburb of Edmonton. There were a couple of fires along our route that we had to detour around, but the detours were well organized and though it was a longer trip than usual we had sunshine and blue skies. We had been unsure about making the trip, but were reassured by the conditions we were experiencing.
After we got to my daughter’s, a series of emergency alerts blasted my phone with news of new fires and existing fires exploding in size and moving west along the route we’d just travelled and new mandatory evacuations. People who had evacuated from one community yesterday were now being evacuated further west, along with their hosts. The town next to me is just 45 miles away, and has just been evacuated to Hinton. It was perfectly fine when we went through earlier today.
Although we’re always aware of the possibility that fire could engulf our small town surrounded by forest, we have never had to face it this closely. People have sprung into action, lining up at gas stations, packing up necessities and sentimental things, ready to move out if need be.
And here I am, 300 kilometres away, unable to do a thing. I know that it may be fine, it probably will be. Maybe it will rain tonight and we can all return to normal. It’s not my house or our other car, or my furniture or anything like that. It can all be replaced. It’s the sentimental things. The baby photos, the letters my grandma wrote 60 years ago, my mom’s wedding rings. That stuff. I’ve tried hard not to focus too much on the possibility of losing it.
Here’s the gratitude part: My friend Pat texted me to ask if she and our other friend Gisele could go to my house and pack up some things that are important to us. I started to cry. There are so many awful things we read about in the news every day, so many examples of people being horrible that it’s easy to forget that there’s also so much good. The past week or so has shown me that in the way citizens have reached out to help people displaced by the fires. And on a personal level, I am so fortunate in my friendships.
Please cross your fingers, send good vibes or a shout out to the universe or whatever, or just wish us luck and hopes that the rain will fall on us soon.