Today, I tried to let the day go by without notice, just like most days, but NOOOOO. The day got to me. Today is August 29th, the six-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I don’t think I will ever stop counting years, or have the ability to just let the day go by without notice.
Each year, I think about what I did that year, about the things that I changed, and the things that are the same.
The baby is two, and she brings excitement and joy to my life. I love watching her and her daddy interact. I still love being “Mommy.” No change there. I still can’t seem to get out and socialize with my friends much either.
I finally finished a book that I started a year ago.This may not seem big to you, but I have not had a chance to really read. I love to read. I can’t wait to dive into another book!
I worked hard to mend a relationship, and made sure that one did not get lost. I am in the process of finalizing a decision about having a major surgery, and a spiritual decision that my family will not understand.
And since this is “positive day”, I am going to remain that way, and not share the things that have gone really wrong.
I still miss my neighborhood, Mid-City, more than I understand. And I discovered that even though I can cry at the drop of a hat for some sappy stupid thing on TV, the Katrina stories make me feel like I could cry, but I don’t- ever.
So Happy Katrinaversary- or as I like to call it, my Thanksgiving.
