I remember the trailers—so many cattle trailers—from neighbors who knew we had animals that needed to get out before the waters came in.
I remember drinking the canned water from Anheuser-Busch.
I remember the Amish and Mennonite men and women (whom we had never met) who traveled from across the country to clean six inches of river silt from our home.
I remember the same Amish and Mennonite men and women who stayed through the winter to build our new home.
I remember the generosity from people in the community.
I remember the gifts that Christmas from the Salvation Army.
I remember the woman from a little town in Massachusetts (who had never met me) who sent me encouraging letters for nearly 20 years after the flood.
My parents had to find a new normal for their family. And some days were hard, especially for them. But today, I am thankful because in 1993, when we lost “everything,” God showed us humanity.
So, if you can, please help those in Texas—in any way you can. It matters. I know. Because it's been 24 years, and it still matters.
I write about rain on tin roofs, gravel roads, old trucks with holes in the floorboards and small-town summer nights. I grew up on a farm in a little Midwestern town. Now, I live in Kansas City, Mo., with my weatherman husband.
Laura Miller's first contemporary romance novel, Butterfly Weeds, hit the Amazon Best-Seller's List and Top 100 in October 2012. The sequel to Butterfly Weeds, My Butterfly, released in June 2013. For All You Have Left, By Way of Accident, When Cicadas Cry and A Bird on a Windowsill followed. Look for The Life We Almost Had, available now!