Surviving Katrina, Surviving Guilt

Part of me wants to return.  Part of me feels guilty because I survived.  By the grace of God, I survived!  So did my family and friends.  I remember those weeks when I tried my best not to entertain those nightmares of thinking of my father’s corpse floating in the water.  I watched the news coverage knowing that I would see the face of an old friend or teacher who was stuck in their home at the Superdome or Convention Center.  When I reflect on that turbulent year of trying to get back on my feet and getting used to life in Georgia, sometimes I feel like I made it out of their like a bandit.