Have you ever watched someone go through the process of losing practically everything they own? Losing your house, your belongings, and coming out with literally the clothes on your back and whatever else you grabbed before getting onto a riverboat and being evacuated from your own house. I don't think anything can prepare you for that. Watching my parents go through this horrendous experience has been hard yet so uplifting on so many levels. The love and support they've received has been truly overwhelming. Every day I'm so touched by someone we've never met (and probably lives in another state) reach out and help either financially or physically with the tearing down of Sheetrock. People are just amazing to me. And the fact that these loving strangers are helping the people I love most in this life has touched me more than I have words to say. It's going to be a long road to recovery for my parents but to know they're not alone has been one of the most consoling thoughts. After spending the weekend helping my mom clean and salvage dishes, cups, china, and going through the giant heap of memories in the front yard just hoping to find anything else we can salvage, my perspective has changed so much. Really, this whole experience has changed my perspective. The most important and precious things in this life can't be bought. And that's what I want to hold onto.