I remember the flood of 1985. I was nine years old, and my aunt and cousin lived in Marlinton. I remember going there the day after, when the waters had receded.\r\nFor all these years, I\u2019ve remembered the refrigerator on its side, the piano shoved into the middle of the floor, and I\u2019ve remembered the mud. I also remember that following that flood, my aunt packed up what was left of her possessions and my cousin and moved to Florida.\r\nThose of us who were around for the \u201885 flood wear that memory like a badge of honor.\r\n\u201cOh yeah,\u201d we say, sucking air in through our teeth, \u201cI was there.\u201d\r\n\u2022 \u2022 \u2022\r\nWhat will we say 30 years from now?\r\nI don\u2019t know.\r\nMaybe we\u2019ll say, \u201cYou should have seen it. It was horrifying. First of all, the flooding was unreal. Howard\u2019s Creek just carried everything away in White Sulphur. It was just unbelievable.\u201d\r\nOr, \u201cI grieved for so many people. All the lives lost, the homes destroyed. It was devastating.\u201d\r\nOne thing I\u2019ll never forget is the fish (presumably washed downstream from fish hatchery) lying on the track at White Sulphur Spring\u2019s municipal park. Cars shoved up in the air against trees. Sidewalks laying in front yards. Nothing where it was supposed to be.\r\nI\u2019ll never forget Greenbrier County Sheriff Jan Cahill describing how the asphalt in some neighborhoods was \u201cpeeled off like a banana.\u201d It was.\r\nWill we say, \u201cand can you imagine the loss?\u201d Oh, I think we\u2019ll all say that.\r\n\u2022 \u2022 \u2022\r\nHere\u2019s what I hope: that we will remember how the community immediately came together. How the Solak boys saved that lady, almost giving their own lives to do so. How Friday morning Rhema Christian Center became a hub for supplies distribution, and quickly, so many other churches followed suit.\r\nI\u2019ll never forget a friend piping up on Facebook with one simple question, \u201cHow can I help?\u201d I\u2019ll never forget that she worked for six days solid doing what she could for our devastated community. So many people just dropped everything, put on some boots, grabbed a shovel and a bottle of bleach and said, just like her, \u201cHow can I help?\u201d\r\nIn six days, United Way of the Greenbrier Valley raised $180,000 (and oh my gosh they need so much more). I saw trucks from North Carolina, from Kentucky, from Canada, for Pete\u2019s sake, bringing supplies. I saw buggies in WalMart full of bleach, mops and paper towels.\r\nI saw a community come together like I\u2019ve never seen.\r\nThat\u2019s what I hope to remember.\r\n\u2022 \u2022 \u2022\r\nI\u2019ll never forget the sobbing relief that came over me when my mother called me Thursday night from a White Sulphur church shelter and I knew she was alive. I\u2019ll never forget how my daughter wept in my arms, when we didn\u2019t know if her Nana was going to have a home to return to. How she wept for her first baby doll, kept safely in a basket in her Nana\u2019s guest room. \u201cBaby Katie!\u201d she wailed. And then stopped, wild eyed with guilt. \u201cI know,\u201d I said. \u201cIt\u2019s going to be okay.\u201d\r\nThat\u2019s what I\u2019ll remember.\r\nI am humbled by this storm and its aftermath: the devastation and the coming together.\r\nI hope you are okay, and if you aren\u2019t, I am so, so sorry. I hope for Grace in Greenbrier County. But if this community is any indication, I think it might be here.