(Weirdness tonight — in the middle of a post my connection just completely went out and this post went up halfway with the wrong categories, none of my edits and strange formatting…if you read feeds, please forgive me)
A heartfelt post about what Katrina has done to his New Orleans:
Michael C. Hebert, MD – Journal – When Azaleas Last In the Backyard Bloom’d
When your home town is wrecked by a hurricane it tends to rob you of something. Some have compared the damage of a natural disaster like Hurricane Katrina to a rape, but I don’t see that. For me, it is more like losing a brother.A brother is someone who shares your history and upbringing. There is a deep emotional bond, but not necessarily a financial one. When your brother dies, you march on in your life and career, sometimes more successfully than ever before, but to a rhythm that has a lesser meaning. There is a part of your past, a person who can bear witness to what you are and how you got there in a way that no one else can, that is gone.
That is how I feel about New Orleans. I was very lucky; I lost very little financially, but my emotional loss is very close to a loss of identity.”
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