It was the first time I have been to my down the bayou,
Lafourche Parish town since Ida in August.
Because I love deep and think deeper,
I knew it would be hard.
I cannot put into words in one blog just how many
things I thought about while visiting with my cousins
to celebrate one of our own's memorial, visiting in my
Aunt's home from when i was a child,
Pajama parties at my sister then my nieces home
with my sisters.....
Walking the same steps around Golden Meadow Junior High
that I did when I was a girl, that all my siblings did,
as well as my own children. The same places that my Dad
took photos because he was the school photographer...
Supper with the besties that went on for so long that we had
to order dessert after three hours before they asked us to leave.
Running into good friends at almost every place I went.
Most of these were fun and beautiful but the way I felt
riding down our bayou seeing not only the destruction of a storm
but the resilience of our people is hard to explain.
Riding in neighborhoods that I grew up in that are just not recognizable.
The subdivision where my children played, does not look familiar to me anymore.
My childhood home, still standing tall and mighty reminded me of
how many times we evacuated and turning the corner to see
Dursette Lane, hoping we had a home, and each time it was still standing.
Life is just such an odd thing.
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