But, the closer it gets to tomorrow the sadder I'm getting. I keep thinking about the end of the parade when all my friends and family leave again. When they all go back to where they are living now. I won't see them again till the summer. I can't get use to this. We use to see each other almost every day before the storm and now only three times a year. It sucks and I want my family and friends by me again. It's so lonely down here by myself. I should be happy and overly excited. It's Nemesis, the only parade we have now. We're going to boil crawfish and hang out. I hope when I see them I don't cry. I seem to do that everytime I see them. I hope they don't talk about how depressing it still is down here. Maybe they will see some the progress. God help me, let me be myself and laugh with them tomorrow.
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So often we dwell on the things that seem impossible rather than on the things that are possible. So often we are depressed by what remains to be done and forget to be thankful for all that has been done.--Marian Wright Edelman
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