Hope in a Streetlight
During the first week of December of 2005, I spoke at two workshops on Tough Transitions in LaFayette, Louisiana, sponsored by the Grief Education Group. This was my first time to be in Louisiana since Hurricane Katrina, so the devastation and upheaval of that event were very much on my mind. No matter how many images I had seen on television or how many stories I had read in the newspaper, there was still something about being in Louisiana that made the hurricane’s aftermath so much more real for me.
At the Ramada Inn where I stayed there was a family of four in the room next to mine who were evacuees from New Orleans, one of twenty-some families living temporarily in the hotel because they had nowhere else to go. The two children in the family next to me in the hotel were quiet youngsters who, with their father and mother, were making do—as they had for months now—in a typical Ramada Inn room with two beds, a dresser, and a night stand. When the little boy and girl wanted to play or even just to be in another space, they had to go out on the sidewalk in front of the room. I saw them at breakfast the two mornings I was there, and it was clear that they had made a kind of routine for themselves. The food put out on the counter was the same every day; and the children and their parents clearly had a little menu they had made for themselves which they put together each morning. Somehow being so close in proximity to this family broke my heart in even new ways and made Katrina so much more than the name of a storm or a news event for me. (more…)



