First, Katrina. A friend emailed me a few days ago, mentioning it was the 8th anniversary of Katrina. When I responded, I was surprised to find I am still angry at Katrina and at all the failures that led to the death and devastation. Here's what I told my friend:
Eight years post-K., and still so many scars on land and on souls. I finally feel Katrina'd out. Didn't do the annual Katrina Tour this year -- which consisted of driving by the homes (or empty lots that were homesites) of my relatives and friends who were made homeless by Katrina. I have five sets of cousins who once lived in Chalmette, but now live at distances from the whole N.O. area. Our family gatherings are few now, and never complete because we can never all be together at once due to jobs and the distance of travel. I didn't lose my home in the storm, or suffer damage more than inconvenience, but I still feel scarred, and seeing video footage of the post-storm devastation, or of the people who were stranded and begging for help, still makes me weep. Yet people have moved on with their lives. I have, too. Except for now and then. . . .
Clearly I'm still angry. Guess I'm not Katrina'd out after all!