Kerrville Tragedy – Heartbreaking

I’ve been away from my blog for a while, but this tragedy brought me back. 
I’m originally from Texas, born and raised. Anytime something big happens there, it has my full attention. The tragedy that took place July 4th weekend, has shaken me to my core. 
Over 100 lives have been lost to the deadly flood that ravaged the Guadalupe River and Kerrville. There are still over 100 people missing. I know some of the lost will never be found. I cannot stop thinking about all the victims and their families. I keep imagining their last terror-filled moments of life. 
I pray they did not suffer, but I know better. Being in all that water, at night, unable to swim, unable to breathe, unable to save yourself, that’s a horrific way to go. The children, the babies, that really breaks my Mama heart. There are no words I can say to make things better, nothing I can do to ease the pain. I just wanted to say this has impacted me (mentally and emotionally) in ways I didn’t expect. 
It just dawned on me why I’ve had such a visceral reaction to this. It makes sense to me now. 
I grew up spending summers with my grandparents, visiting their “camp” – which was a small cabin on Little Cow Creek. The creek feeds into the Sabine River. It’s on the Texas/Louisiana border. I spent every summer there, for years, while in elementary school. The creek was right outside our door, and there were many times that the creek would rise over its banks. I never feared for my life though, I was extremely young and always felt safe with my grandparents. 
I pray all the victims are in a better place, I pray their families can feel all the love we’re sending their way. I pray everyone will be able to heal from this devastating tragedy. Rest in Peace, your lives have touched so many.