Feeling shell shocked this evening. I went to donate some supplies to the evacuation centre after the kids went to bed. I desperately needed to do something as we are so safe and dry here. I was driving through the car park and stopped alongside a family who were just tucking their little girl into a makeshift bed in the back of their ute. She was about the same age as our little one, also with blond curls. I started to cry as I asked the father if there was anything specific they needed. We had already given what we felt we could from our own supplies but I was ready to come home and strip the shirts of our backs when I came face to face with this little family. I'm happy to say they were ok, in good spirits and had already gotten what they needed for the night from the stockpile of things already donated.
I had included some home baked bickies that some girlfriends and I made together this afternoon. I felt a bit silly handing over our few little bags of bickies when I saw the boxes and boxes of food that had already been donated as well as knowing they wouldn't go very far toward the 1500 people in the facility .... but it just felt like something positive we could do. The feeling of needing to 'do something' is too hard to describe for now.
Everyone I know who is safe is feeling the same way. We're grateful for ourselves but quite distressed about our friends who have been affected and what the extent of the damage is going to mean now, especially about the health concerns. There is so much to be done on such a huge scale.
I came home and bawled on my husband's shoulder when I got home from the evacuation centre. I keep thinking about that family sleeping in their ute and how positive they were.