The man of the house’s mother has come to stay, indefinitely. You see, her home, the place she raised four children in and nursed her husband in through his final years, the home she lived in for fifty seven years, bore the full force of the Rangitaiki River as it burst through the stop bank and drowned Edgecumbe.
At eighty five, she has lost everything, all the accumulated bits and pieces of a life well lived. She can’t grasp the enormity of it. The pictures that we see on television are shocking. It can’t possibly be true.
What comfort can we offer? She came to us with one small bag, a change of clothes, nothing else, not even a tooth brush. All we can do is hold her, show her what she still has; her family.