Tuesday: The Aftermath

Since Katrina hit New Orleans, my anxiety level has built.

I feel afraid and yet know that does no good. I can see that my son is truly in trouble and I can do nothing.

I wish that I could lift this anxiety and just be in a state of detachment. Some moments I can do that. Others, I cannot.

The question stays in my mind: Is he alive? And I know how all the mothers whose sons and daughters go to war suffer a lifetime each day with not knowing if their children are alive or dead.

It is a sad time.