Fort McMurray

Many of you know that I live in Canada. I lived for some years in Edmonton, Alberta which isn’t close to Fort McMurray, but it’s close enough.

I am not currently affected by the flames that are razing the town.

I am not, but my best friends are.

These people are my family. Not like my family, they are my family.

A woman/girl/nerd/pantron that I have known for almost 8 years lives in Fort McMurray. She lives there with her husband and their three cats. Would I be where I am today without her? Would I be who I am without her?


Of course not.

I want to do something so badly. I am in Manitoba; two provinces away. I know she’s stressed out. Her husband is stressed out. How could they not be? I’m trying to give them space. I have to stop looking at Facebook because I just keep seeing information which is almost giving me an anxiety attack.

All five of them (cats included) are in Edmonton staying in their condo. They couldn’t be safer.

But their lives are upended now. Things will change.

I was hoping to visit this summer, but I’m not even going to think about that right now.

They don’t need me meddling. They don’t need me in their way while they rebuild. Even if their house survives this their lives will be forever changed. It’s taking everything in me to resist hopping into my car and driving the 12 hours out there to see them. To behold with my own eyes that they are okay.

If you could take the time to check out May The Fort Be With You. It’s a Facebook page right now but it looks like they’re planning on selling t-shirts as a fundraiser. I want to get one. It’s the least I can do.

But know this; if my PanTron calls me and says she wants to see me, I will hop in my goddamn car and drive out there without a question. She is my PanTron. My only PanTron.

Posted by Sarah Jayne

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