Hieber's Hurricane Flo Relief
Donation protected
It's not just stuff, I'm sorry it's not.
It's memories, it's life, it's collections. I know, I KNOW I am so fortunate that my family is safe. Not a minute goes by that I don't realize how fortunate we are that we are safe and together, but it's not just stuff. I have picture from when my kids were babies, baby souvenirs, boxes of letters from high school, clothes from high school, my wedding dress, my 18 year old cats ashes, family heirloom dishes and jewelry, and 18 years worth of things that I have bought since I moved out at 18. These things all have a life of their own. I touch them and I feel emotions I felt then, they transport me to a moment in time in the past that I cant get to with out them. There are appliances with a story, and bikes that we bought to ride together because I was pregnant and couldn't run. My kitchen is full of every item amd spice I need, including vintage appliances I spent months searching for. my closet full of sheets and blankets made by great grandmothers, or bought when I was in college. Walls that have watched over us for 7 years, held our family photos, floors that have withstood so many feet pattering across it, and gatherings, and held up my child's first steps. Windows with dog nose prints as they watch and wait for us to get home. Attic full of christmas decorations we have collected over 16 years, family photo ornamanets, irreplaceable instruments and boxes of drawings and art projects. Lawn mowers and tools we saved for years to buy. It. Is. Not. Just. Stuff. It took us 16 years to collect this "stuff" and it's gone in a day. It's not replaceable. "Stuff" has a life of it's own. It has memories and values. It took us 16 years to get here and it disappeared in a matter of hours. Please dont tell me its just stuff. Thst makes me want to cry and I feel guilty bc losing it makes me sad. Let me grieve. You dont have to make it better or fix it, just let me grieve for my stuff and the memories that are dying along with it. My heart is as flooded as my home. I keep expecting to wake up and end this nightmare thst is my reality. But there's no waking up. This is reality.
https://www.wwaytv3.com/2018/09/21/one-hampstead-community-says-they-are-not-letting-go/
Short story: We lost our home and everything we own to Hurricane Florence. We suffered major roof damage. Gallons of rain water poured though our roof into our walls and down to the floor. Our community was flooded and while we were fortunate enough that the water never rose past our foundation, we still lost everything. The water that poured into our walls, seeped into our floors and everything sitting on the floors. As our neighborhood was under water for a week and we could not get to our home, items in closets and sitting on the floors became moldy and were destroyed. Our insurance is refusing to pay, saying the damage is from flooding even though we have pictures and a witness to prove the water in the walls came from the roof. We do not have flood insurance as we were not in a flood zone. We have no displacement aid from our insurance and are struggling to make ends meet.
Please help us rebuild and get back on our feet.
It's memories, it's life, it's collections. I know, I KNOW I am so fortunate that my family is safe. Not a minute goes by that I don't realize how fortunate we are that we are safe and together, but it's not just stuff. I have picture from when my kids were babies, baby souvenirs, boxes of letters from high school, clothes from high school, my wedding dress, my 18 year old cats ashes, family heirloom dishes and jewelry, and 18 years worth of things that I have bought since I moved out at 18. These things all have a life of their own. I touch them and I feel emotions I felt then, they transport me to a moment in time in the past that I cant get to with out them. There are appliances with a story, and bikes that we bought to ride together because I was pregnant and couldn't run. My kitchen is full of every item amd spice I need, including vintage appliances I spent months searching for. my closet full of sheets and blankets made by great grandmothers, or bought when I was in college. Walls that have watched over us for 7 years, held our family photos, floors that have withstood so many feet pattering across it, and gatherings, and held up my child's first steps. Windows with dog nose prints as they watch and wait for us to get home. Attic full of christmas decorations we have collected over 16 years, family photo ornamanets, irreplaceable instruments and boxes of drawings and art projects. Lawn mowers and tools we saved for years to buy. It. Is. Not. Just. Stuff. It took us 16 years to collect this "stuff" and it's gone in a day. It's not replaceable. "Stuff" has a life of it's own. It has memories and values. It took us 16 years to get here and it disappeared in a matter of hours. Please dont tell me its just stuff. Thst makes me want to cry and I feel guilty bc losing it makes me sad. Let me grieve. You dont have to make it better or fix it, just let me grieve for my stuff and the memories that are dying along with it. My heart is as flooded as my home. I keep expecting to wake up and end this nightmare thst is my reality. But there's no waking up. This is reality.
https://www.wwaytv3.com/2018/09/21/one-hampstead-community-says-they-are-not-letting-go/
Short story: We lost our home and everything we own to Hurricane Florence. We suffered major roof damage. Gallons of rain water poured though our roof into our walls and down to the floor. Our community was flooded and while we were fortunate enough that the water never rose past our foundation, we still lost everything. The water that poured into our walls, seeped into our floors and everything sitting on the floors. As our neighborhood was under water for a week and we could not get to our home, items in closets and sitting on the floors became moldy and were destroyed. Our insurance is refusing to pay, saying the damage is from flooding even though we have pictures and a witness to prove the water in the walls came from the roof. We do not have flood insurance as we were not in a flood zone. We have no displacement aid from our insurance and are struggling to make ends meet.
Please help us rebuild and get back on our feet.
Organizer
Kristen Laliberte Hieber
Organizer
Hampstead, NC