Grace fell down like rain

I have hesitated to update until today because I was afraid if I wrote something last night about being grateful for such minor damage (as compared to the predicted possibilities) that I’d awake to find something horrific as many did after Katrina. I cannot begin to tell you how happy I am to write this today knowing that my city is not under water.

It has been an indescribably rough few days. There are a lot of people who understand the emotional roller coaster of this past weekend, and thankfully a lot more who don’t. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as profoundly helpless as I did watching the news and seeing that big swirl of wind, rain and tornadoes heading towards my home. To know that there wasn’t a single thing I could do to slow it down, stop it or otherwise make it better was intensely difficult. To be so out of control in a situation that could’ve impacted so many lives was a kind of frustration beyond any words I can find to describe it. The whole weekend I would go from blissfully distracted one moment, to teary-eyed and desolate the next. I took a 2 hour bath on Saturday night just because I couldn’t compose myself enough to talk with my friends or even go to bed.

I was afraid that if the storm passed and did not leave the destruction we’d worried about that I’d feel like an idiot for being so emotional, but I think if anything what I’ve really learned this weekend is how important home is. I was not born in New Orleans, but for now at least, it is my home. It is where I got engaged, where I got my first real full time job, it is where my friends live, it where some of my favorite memories are. And while I have family elsewhere, I would be devastated if anything happened to New Orleans regardless of how my house itself faired. It’s just so much bigger than that.

That said, as far as we know, our home is okay. We had a rather gargantuan tree in our front yard and a hammock outside our bedroom window, so we’d love to know if they’re still in their original places, but as the story of this week has been, there’s just nothing we can do about it right now. Our schools faired well and we’ll return on Monday to work and school as usual.

Our parish (which is Louisianian for county, by the way) is not letting anyone return until Thursday at the earliest, so we’re still in Nashville playing things by ear. Our home is going on about 30 hours without power, which is not a huge deal except for the stuff in my fridge/freezer which is surely melted and smelly right now. I won’t bother listing everything, but let me just say that not throwing out the shrimp and ice cream was probably a horrifically bad plan.

What has gotten me through this weekend has been you. The internet, the visitors, the messages, the comments, twitter and all things related. There is a song I heard last week about how after Katrina “grace fell down like rain” to help rebuild the city and I can’t help but think of y’all everytime that song comes into my head. You were grace in my life and I thank you for being here, for reading, for commenting, for praying and for caring. I know I would’ve survived this weekend without you, but I’m so glad I didn’t have to.

Thank you for being my grace.

12 Responses to “Grace fell down like rain”

  • Ness:

    I am so happy for you!!! Major hugs!!!

    Now I need to sweat out Hanna as my son is in Richmond, VA vacationing until Sundayand when we lived there, we would get the effects of the hurricanes since we were only 100 miles inland. The last one I went through had us without power for 10 days with high 90 temps and took all our trees. I can so relate to cleaning out a smelly fridge. Rest and relax now, Katie. The worst is over and you two can pick up NOLA where you left off.

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  • daisy:

    I know you don’t know me — even more than I don’t know you. But I’ve read your blog enough to know you’ve weathered some challenges bravely and I’ve been so hoping this wouldn’t need to be another. I’ve been watching all weekend and am so thankful you, and thousands of others, have a place to return to. I only know your lovely town as a visitor — not a citizen. But I can understand your attachment and am so glad on your behalf that the life you’ve been forging there can continue. Just head home with a supply of activated charcoal for the shrimp and ice cream mess you’re sure to find!

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  • Insta-mom:

    I just found you this weekend, but I’m so glad I did.

    And I’m so glad that all appears to be okay for you at home.

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  • varietyisthespice:

    You seem to always convey my thoughts and what I’m going through at the same time. =) Glad you’re doing okay.
    -Jane

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  • Daisy Duke:

    I’m so so happy it all turned out relatively ok- and I hope your tree is right where you left it :-)

    Go enjoy Nashville some more until you get to go home-home!

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  • Anonymous:

    So glad Gustav was less serious than expected and that you made out okay. Hopefully all you will have to deal with upon your return is a smelly refrigerator!

    I saw that Dr. Gray has revised his “hurricane predictions” for the year. That guy just kills me. He must have gotten his PhD in re-stating the obvious. At some point during hurricane season, I think it becomes less a matter of “prediction” and more a matter of stating the facts. eight….. no, ten… no, twelve…no, sixteen…no, no fourteen. Hey look– I nailed it right on the head! what genius!

    here’s to Hanna, Ike and Joshephine– May they all blow safely out to sea!

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  • Flea:

    Yes, not throwing out the shrimp and ice cream was probably colossally bad. But the shrimp more than the ice cream. :)

    I’m so glad that’s probably the worst of what you’ll face on your return home!

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  • LilSass:

    Not only am I happy that you’re well (physically and mentally) and safe, but I am very impressed with all the efforts to make NOLA safe and returnable (is that a word?) for all!

    I never thought I’d say this but the government actually got their act together. So, as grace falls upon you, know that there were very valuable lessons learned post-Katrina. I love your city and can’t wait to return!

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  • Wonderful World of Weiners:

    What a relief.

    I can’t tell you how worried we all were.

    Now…as far as putting restrictions about Morbid Monday and pics on your invite?

    UNACCEPTABLE!!!

    Hallie

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  • Suburban Turmoil:

    So glad everything’s okay! Hope you enjoyed Nashville, despite the stress. :)

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  • Mama Dawg:

    I’m glad to know you’re feeling better about things.

    My friends from Kenner and Metairie are leaving me tomorrow to go back home to assess their damages, if any.

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  • Akinoluna - a female Marine:

    I don’t know you either but I’m glad everything turned out okay! Except maybe the shrimp and ice cream…

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