Monday, 10th January 2011. A day Toowoomba will never forget. On this day, my children and husband were at my sister’s house while I supervised the removal of the contents of our house into a truck to prepare for our move from Toowoomba to Brisbane. Little did I know, by day’s end, the house my husband and children were at, would be flooded and I seperated from them, the contents of our house would be stuck somewhere (probably wet), my car would be almost swept from the road, I would be hampered by a landslide and isolated on the mountain. Furthermore, my sister’s home would sustain terrible damage, another sister would lose at least half a herd of cattle in Esk, another sister — would be safe — but isolated by and island of water in Fernvale and my Dad and his wife’s property, also in Fernvale, would be covered in water. We are one family affected by the Queensland floods and there are so many worse off.
Right now I’m in limbo. I’m helping my sister clean up the mess, I have no idea of the state of the contents of our house, we are living out of suitcases and I don’t know when we can get off the mountain — but we are safe. There are so many Queenslanders in desperate circumstances and I feel for them. A terrible, terrible thing.
It’s interesting, the day of the disaster, I was whinging to @tinagraydotme and @leechbabe on twitter about detesting “stuff”, especially when moving house. And now, so many Queenslanders have lost everything. Some people have lost their lives. Stuff is just stuff. It’s nothing. My heart aches for those who have lost a loved one. A life. Irreplaceable.
I want to say thank you for your concern, and to those of you who were worried for me and my family. I can assure you we are safe and well. Stranded but safe.
This video, just 5 minutes from our house in Toowoomba, shows how furious the water was and how fast it came up. This freak of nature is being aptly called an inland tsunami.
My husband recorded this video in the early stages of the flooding at my sister’s home.
Outside my sister’s home in the Lockyer Valley at Fernvale.
My Dad’s property is under water in this valley in Fernvale.
Debri on my sister’s stock yards at Esk.
My sister’s backyard in Toowoomba.
When I was trying to get back to my family, my phone was out of battery and I was afraid. I knew my husband would be worried and trying to ring me, to see if I was safe. My phone had been out of battery for 4 hours. I stared at the phone and I prayed: please God, just one phone call. I pressed the power button it turned on. I desperately willed my phone to hold for a few minutes — just somehow. With shaking hands I typed in the phone number as quickly as I could and was devastated when I heard the engaged signal. I prayed and tried again. I was relieved to hear my sister’s panicked voice. I assured her I was okay and was comforted to hear my husband’s voice — for a moment — then the phone battery failed. After being stuck on the road for 3 hours, I joined my family in a motel — safe. A family hug never felt so good.
We are together. Queenslanders.