When Hurricane Sandy battered New York one year ago, our lives weren't as affected as so many other residents up and down the East Coast. We were unharmed, our apartment was intact, our car was fine and heck, our lights barely flickered. I felt extremely lucky as the news filled with people who had lost their cars, their homes, their lives.
Paul and I were unscathed, but that doesn't mean that Hurricane Sandy will be unremembered. The hurricane didn't harm us, but it did affect us in two big ways.
First, it caused the cancellation of the 2012 New York City Marathon that Paul was scheduled to run. Instead, Paul will be running the marathon this year. Yes, after years of trying to get in, Paul will be participating only after we move out of New York.
And second, it played a bit part in the not-ideal birth of Edith less than a month later. The hurricane closed many nearby hospitals, which in turn meant that the one I went to received pregnant women who would have gone elsewhere had the hurricane not shuttered those doors. So I got stuck in a harsh, unused surgery room since all of the pleasant birthing rooms were occupied. (Of course, that was only a small part of why the birth didn't go as planned, but that's another blog post. I.e., see the link above.)
As the anniversary of Hurricane Sandy has rolled around, I continue to hope that those whose lives were devastated one year ago are back on their feet. The hurricane is long gone, but it won't be soon forgotten.