My father choose to be gone from December 13 until December 23 of 2014 that way he could be home for Christmas. Every night my father called and every night my mom and my three little sisters anxiously awaited by the phone in the kitchen along with my grandpa patiently waiting
After a few weeks of searching, Jackson decided that his mother was dead, that she was never going to come back. Eliza helped create a funeral for Jackson, but a heavy storm interupted the production and they never got back to it. “I am truly sorry Jackson.” Eliza cooed from where she stood at the window to look out at the raging storm. Looking down at the newspaper article, Eliza stepped back from the window to look to Jackson.
As I sat there on the floor shivering with fright, I realized there was nothing I could do but wait. I could feel the house shaking, quivering, trying to withstand the treacherous winds. I could hear the roof tiles peeling off and torpedoing through the air. The rain and howling seemed as if it would never end. Hours later, when the wind and torrential downpour calmed, my family and I made our way outside to see the damage.
“I remember the horrible smell, like a zoo”. When all the mattresses were taken and claimed, Lupe rested her head and began to fall asleep watching her dad still standing, guarding the little girl and her mother. It was later explained to her that all the people there were not always the nicest and many had violent criminal backgrounds and her Dad stayed up all night making sure his family was
More than 8,000 people died in the disaster. Luckily, on top of all of that danger there is another one about a mom who just moved to Galveston and then was pregnant and got drawn into the hurricane and then launched into the top of a cottage, in all of that worry luckily she survived the hit and then had the newborn a couple weeks after the disaster hit. In conclusion, the Galveston hurricane attack was a horrible thing. Thankfully, now the workers and people in Galveston, Texas are trying to keep the disaster
My brother and I, however, wanted to ride the Journey to Atlantis ride and we promised we would leave after our turn at the ride. We got in line and just like the day before, it began pouring almost immediately, hitting the scorching pavement and causing a musty smell to linger in the air. At this point, my family could not stand the rain anymore and my brother and I were forced to get out of the line and into the car as soon as possible. When we were exiting, I noticed that the rain was pouring faster and faster, causing immense puddles in the parking lot. Because I was the only one with deep pockets, cousin gave me her phone to put in my jacket and as we got closer to the car, I pulled it out to check what time it was.
She reports last night her mother thought her children were trying to break into her home and take items out the home. The daughter reports she received many strange text messages last night from her mother. One text message states," That women don 't go out she just don 't caotcrsorch on the couch and sleep all day and eat all he is trying to do is get us one at a time you will see you encourage him, NJ said he would beat them if they said anything. " The daughter did report her mother having a history of trauma.
A few hours later all of my stuff was tucked into my room, Mom and Sydney both started crying when they got ready to leave. Dad even had tears in his eyes, “I promise all of you, I’ll take good care of her. No Debbie downers allowed!” Sarah hugged mom and Sydney then Dad and Cade.
On August 29, 2005, my home was destroyed. Hurricane Katrina had made her arrival. I remember the howl of her rattling winds as I sat in my uncle’s house in Baton Rouge. I watched her violent tears fall from the darkened skies. Unbeknownst to me, the levees were bursting, filling my childhood home in St. Bernard Parish with over ten feet of water.
I can remember some things we did together when they were younger, like when we would have “Twins got Talent” in our living room and I would be the celebrity judge, or when we would practice our cheer routines in the back yard. Now, I have been sitting in a hospital bed for the past three months thinking about them, seeing them in my dreams, crying over them. My parents constantly asking me how I feel or if I have had any visions lately has started becoming an annual thing, but the answers will never change. Nightmares about what I think happened in the car come almost twice a day, and now my doctors have to lock my door when I sleep. Apparently I have been reported for wandering the halls at night screaming their names, and walking into patients rooms crying, asking if they have seen Lisa or
After leaving Rock Creek, we had to follow the Platte River and travel the rest of the way to Fort Kearney. I felt a cold gust of wind coming from the North and little droplets of water slowly fell down. The wagon had no damage until the rain fell harder and harder. Our only wagon cover was soaking wet and water was dripping down into the wagon ruining all of our belongings. A very strong wind blew towards our direction and slightly tilted all of our wagons.
It is indisputable that the death and destruction that occurred following Hurricane Katrina was caused by the negligence of the federal government to provide critical aid following the storm. A lack of coordination and cooperation between the Louisiana state government and federal agencies allowed for the unnecessary devastation and loss of life the city of New Orleans has endured. Prior to the hurricane, New Orleans was a rapidly evolving city that was home to individuals of varying races, ethnicities, and places of origin. With real estate booming and a fiscally sound government, the city was projected for great success. As Mayor of New Orleans, I utilized my power to protect my citizens to the best of my ability.