On the eve of the 10 year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, my thoughts are with those who survived its devastation and the loss of their loved ones. In this memoir excerpt, I think back to my own vigil at that time, waiting by my mother’s side as she lay dying.
In the lobby, scenes play out on television of the death and destruction brought by Hurricane Katrina as my mother lies dying. I watch as desperate people cling to rooftops struggling not to drown. I feel I am drowning too as death churns around us, lapping at us like the flood waters from that great storm. I feel tremendous empathy for their suffering while I witness my mother suffering on a different level, as her body slowly begins to shut down and her face winces in pain.
We waited at death’s door
But death was not kind
She took her time Continue reading
Martha Graham-Waldon 