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4 years ago today we sat in our hotel room and prayed as Katrina did her worst to the Gulf Coast. Our lives dramatically changed. Many lives were lost. Homes were destroyed and the media referred to us as refugees. Refugees?
I hadn't even noticed the date sneaking up on me, but my subconscious did. I had been feeling so down, but now I know why. The things we saw and heard can never be erased from our memories. But on the positive side we eventually (3 days after Katrina hit) were removed from New Orleans. Texas became my safe haven and has been so for 4 years. I love New Orleans, but Katrina did a number on my heart. I can't live there, but I visit and the visits have become easier over the years.
On this day, 4 years ago lives were changed, lost and even destroyed. I have been blessed to rebuild my life, but there are many who still can't. One day I will share our complete story here. Even after four years it is still hard to go back in my mind and recall the events. I wouldn't wish them on anyone.
I'm grateful to be alive. I'm grateful to be safe. I'm grateful that within a few days my heart will be at ease again. Until then, I have the right to grieve. I grieve for everyone who passed during and after. I grieve for my sister and everyone who lost their homes. I grieve for those who are still struggling to rebuild and for those who CAN'T. I grieve for those who are so traumatized the very thought of living in the place they adore paralyzes them (me included). This was an extreme and traumatic event, but this too shall pass.
Bare with me. Weeping may endure for the night, but Joy comes in the morning time.
