I lost my mom in hospice this past Tuesday. We barely got her into
the ground before they shut down the cemetery for the storm. I feel so
great that she is in the ground with my dad and not in a morgue
somewhere. We'll have a memorial service soon. We were going to leave
and go to Kerrville, but it was simply not meant to be. We were much too
fried to get out of here, couldn't think well enough to get organized,
and were sleep deprived and too stressed out to function well, so we
stayed. Boy am I glad we did now, though I totally support and am
thrilled that the evacuation worked as well as it did. There is simply
no way that it could have been perfect with our population. Each time
we do these things now, we will learn something else about how to handle
it better next time. I can only imagine the stress the evacuees felt
sitting in gridlock with gas running out. While Houston's dodging the
bullet is someone else's panic attack, I have to say that one thing I am
most greatful for, as you must be is that the refineries here appear to
At least, that is my impression.
It's been quite a week. My mom died very peacefully with all of us
there. The last six weeks of her life in hospice are some of the
dearest and sweetest memories I have of her. Strange.
Please don't feel that you all need to reply to this. I just wanted to
let you all know what was going on here. I live 5 miles from downtown
Houston. As I look out at daybreak, I see no trees down, no water
standing anywhere, just a rainy morning.
Hallelujah!!! I'm going to bed!
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