The devastation in Oklahoma, has got me thinking about my own families experiences as it relates to Katrina.
I never really talk about this much, but my fam and I spent about 2-3 days in a shelter right after Katrina. My extended family were dispersed around a number of shelters in the Southeast Louisiana area. For about 2 day, my mother had no idea if her sisters, brothers, nephews, and mother were okay or not. Katrina hit on Aug 29th, It wasn’t until the 3rd day in the shelter when my uncles and her sisters found her and she learned that my grandmother, her mother died late August 31/early Sept 1st. The next time she saw her mother was at the funeral home where she was waiting for burial (they kept her until they could find ALL her children) and she was buried in cemetary in Thibodaux, LA in a plot that was donated to our family from a local Thibodaux family that had an extra space in their plot. The plot where she was supposed to be buried in NOLA was basically underwater for the foreseeable future. She’s still buried there because we figured why move her. My aunt likes to joke, that we don’t want to move her now that she’s probably made some friends.
Anyway, even though there are deaths and injuries, I’m really happy to see that good news when it happens. It’s times like this, I just always tell people cherish who you love ’cause disasters happen and sometimes you just never know how much time ya got.