Sunday, 31 August 2008
Imagine, won't you, loading your children into your family car. Pets if you have them. Take what you'll need for a few days, maybe longer. Prams. Car seats. Bottles. Clothes. Blankets. Pillows. Nappies.
How much room do you have left? Not a lot. Me either. Now. Look into your house. What's precious to you? Books? Photos? Your mother's old tea set? That memory box with your son's first lock of hair, his hospital bracelets, or the mask he wore in under the lights to correct his jaundice? The file with his first picture, or the note that he wrote for his Daddy, just last week? The letter your mother wrote for you when she found out she was dying? Phones? Medication?
God any room left? I haven't? I ran out of room not long after photos and memory box.
Well, that's the situation facing one of my blogging friends, Colleen.
She, and countless other Katrina survivors, are once again, compacting their lives into their cars, and fleeing the worst nature can throw at them. Hurricane Gustav is bearing down on them, after it's lethal trail through Haiti and the Dominican Republic.
Gustav has just crossed Cuba, which did little to nothing to slow it down. It is said it will be upgraded to a 5 any moment now. As it bears down on the Gulf Coast, my thoughts are with all residents. I hope that all will follow the advice of the mayor, and comply with the now mandatory evacuations. I hope all will stay safe, and that they are able to ride out this storm, with no lives lost.
Colleen, stay safe. I pray your home is undamaged, but mostly, I just want you all to be safe.