We matter to each other.

I talk to my dad every day as he’s navigating the aftermath of Hurricane Helene. When I asked how he was doing this past week, he said: “this is the happiest I’ve felt for as long as I can remember.”

My dad’s response is not exactly what I expected. I mean, he’s spent the past three weeks picking up the pieces after a natural disaster with a roller coaster of emotions. And yet, his sentiment also makes sense.

While the hurricane was devastating to many and my dad still has a very long road ahead, it also led to reconnection with a couple of his old friends, an in person visit from his brother for the first time in 5+ years, and neighbors and strangers alike just showing up at his house (and vice versa) to lend a helping hand. My dad and this community crew just cleared the last tree off of his house, and used his tractor to clear the road. 

So despite the evident loss, my dad gained a lot. He feels connected in a way he hasn’t in a long time. He’s experienced multiple daily reminders that he matters, that he’s supported, and that he belongs to a community. Something that maybe he forgot or could not see clearly when going about his everyday life.

Perhaps it’s a good reminder for all of us when we forget. None of us are meant to go it alone. You matter more than you can see or probably know. Even to the people you haven’t seen or talked to in months or years. You never know how showing up or asking for help can make a difference in someone’s life. 

Show up for yourself. Show up for others. Remember, we matter to each other.