I'll be glad when this month is over. As if just being who you are doing what you do wasn't enough to keep you busy and awake at night, now people want to talk about the anniversary of Irene. Well, color me stupid but I really don't wanna hear about a parade to commemorate a disaster. I don't want to rewrite history into a pablum of looking on the bright side. It's still pretty fresh to me and I can't imagine how bugged out the elders here are. One of them still hasn't gotten her FEMA claim sorted, and she lost the most- nearly everything she owned, including her cat. Some of them are in nursing homes forever after the shock of this mess took them down a few rungs. There are people who have lost everything, whole houses floated away in Irene. And we're supposed to be yippeekiohing because it was a year ago today that so many people went through so much?
No, that shit's for the people who heard about it, lookie-loued some of the damage and went home to their normal lives, unscathed. Those whose homes, belongings, livelihoods and pets hung in the air for weeks, some that still are up there, don't really want to want to remember. Because they haven't forgotten.
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