The waiting is the tough part for those of us not having to evacuate. Three years ago this month a lady hit New Orleans...devastating not only those in the city and state, but also the nation. The aftermath of it all affected us all. Today I'm sitting here waiting patiently for Gustav to show himself. Since entering into the Gulf, it's decided to turn away from my hometown of Orange, one of the recipients of the other lady, Rita, who hit in 2005, and turn more towards New Orleans. Mandatory evacuations have been set into place in both places and this year they've made arrangements to assist getting those who can't get themselves out. (all of that is another story). So we wait....and wait....My parents are with my older sister in Houston. My younger sister and her family headed to San Antonio to friends. My older brother and his family headed to north Texas to where his son is living. All is well and good. But I have to say that this all brings up old memories of anxiety and frustration from when Rita hit and I had no clue how or where my parents and rest of family were. It was the longest 5 days of my life....the unknowing. Even though I know I can reach them....I know how the evacuees feel.....
Katrina directly affected my family as did Rita so I have my issues about the process. All I know is help is out there for those evacuees. Prayers and PV's are going out there for all.
