Friday, September 02, 2005

Katrina sux

As many of you know, Jason's parents live in New Orleans, LA. We haven't a clue as to the condition of their home. It must consume their every thought - wondering if there is anything to go home to. And, furthermore if there is a house, are their belongings there? Are there photos of my kids and my husband's baby photos floating around the streets in front of gas stations amongst the filth? Or did some scum of a human being steal the many personal items that they've spent 50+ years accumlating. I wonder about everything from the beautiful grandfather clock that so majestically sits in their living room to the impressive collection of autographed Anne Rice books, down to the plastic rat my mother in law keeps on her monitor. What about the beautiful antique dresser in my husband's childhood room that I had hoped would belong to my kids one day. What about Jason's many trinkets and medals and trophies - the life he led before we met? Where are they?

This is an intensely personal tragedy and I am only feeling it third hand. My mother and father in law must be going out of their minds. I cannot begin to imagine how the uncertainty feels. How about my husband? How about imagining that your childhood home and all of its memories have been washed away in one fail swoop. Or perhaps even worse, they were stolen and are reduced to being pawned in some dirty pawnshop somewhere in the South. Or the wondering how the girl he had a crush on for some many years in high school survived. Or his high school bandmates and friends. The teachers, the neighbors... so many people to wonder and worry about.

I'm angry at Katrina. I'm angry at Mr. Bush. I'm angry at the powers that be. I'm just angry. More so, I'm sad. I was watching MSNBC last night and there was a sick child in her mother's arms near the convention center in downtown N.O. She was trying to rouse him - wake him but he was sweaty and listless. On the verge of dehydration. Will he survive? These kids, how will they make it? It certainly looked like a third world country down there. Misery everywhere. I've walked on those streets - many times. Usually in my youth, without a care in the world. Music filled the streets. The smell of food everywhere. Laughter, people rushing here or there. And now, misery. I am at a loss.


Blogger Memere Kitty said...

I'm reading this as a feeder band from Katrina's sister, Rita, passes through -- go figure!

I am very touched by this post. I'm thankful that none of your fears have been realized -- we were lucky.

I know so many people that lost their homes, all their possessions and their jobs on top of that. It is overwhelming! But I believe that we will carry on and New Orleans just might end up being a better place in the future.

P.S. Don't blame "W".

10:12 PM  

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