Sitting on My Hands
That's what being so far away from home feels like right now. Not much I can do but pray and give.
I only had one family member in the New Orleans area, and he made it to New Iberia late Sunday night. From what I can tell, most of my friends and their families in the area got out. But I can't tear my eyes away from the news coverage, from the images. This city where I spent many a summer vacation, where I spent part of my college years, where Steve and I had great fun, where I always feel at home--utterly changed forever.
The people on the rooftops, the stories, horrific enough without images, of floating corpses. There was footage today of a house that was burning. Water up to the second story, but the roof on fire. And nothing could be done to stop it.
My state will rebuild. But it will never be the same.


