O' What a Night

On Tuesday, August 30, we decided to go home to survey the damage done by Hurricane Katrina. Before we left Florida, we bought two generators, 40 gallons of gas, and tons of food. We expected to come home and be without power for a while so we stocked up for three families (David & Michelle (another blog), Mom, Dad, Daniel, and Lexie, and Raymond and Me) We weren't trying to be greedy. We made it Bay St. Louis around 1:30a.m. Bay St. Louis was a wreck. Raymond's mom's trailers were completely moved by either the wind or water. The cars that were parked on the side of highway 90 were tossed all around. We found Raymond's mom's car. It looked like it hadn't even been touched... except for the 25ft of water above it! We were all really anxious to get to Pearlington to see our homes. We swerved trees, power lines, and debris on the way there but we finally made it. First we tried to get to my Aunt Didi's house. It was blocked by too many trees and power lines. So we turned around and started to Raymond and My house. From a distance it didn't look too bad, but to our dismay, It was totally trashed. A column from the house flew off and hit the garage causing the garage door to break. The inside was disgusting. I only looked for a minute because we were standing in nasty mud up to our ankles and the structure of the house didn't look to good. Raymond walked to our master door to see if he could save anything, but the door wouldn't open. My new furniture was on a different side of the house, upside down. We worked so hard on our house to make it what it as beautiful as it was. We bought the house in January and worked on it for months in the heat to make it what I always wanted. It freaking sucks. Now we have nothing. It isn't like we had tons of money to buy the house in the first place. Raymond worked so hard. So did my entire family, shoot, Daniel even worked on it with a collapsed lung! (had to laugh at that one!) Ok, that is enough. I later found out that my Beetle had been (of course) destroyed. Then, we looked to see if my neighbors had left. Both of their cars were there and I hadn't seen them packing when we left. We were really worried. My dad knocked and try to kick the door in, but he couldn't. He told me that they probably left with her parents. I hope so. Then we tried to drive to my mom's house. We got halfway there and a church and trailer blocked out way. We parked and got out the car. We heard someone yell, "Hey!". We thought that he was hurt, so we searched for him for about 2 hours. My mom and I couldn't stop crying. We couldn't just leave someone hurt. Nobody wanted Michelle or I to go and search, but I told them that we were grown women and it would be a sin if we didn't try to help. We searched together for a while. It was so scary. This dog started growling at us so I picked up a huge stick. I later realized that it was a really long broom from the catholic church (the church that was now in the middle of the road). I have to say that it was a really horrible day. We never did find the man. He only yelled twice. So around 4:30 we stated toward Raymond's sister's house to stay. We got to her road around 6:30. He driveway was blocked by two huge trees. We would have chainsawed it down, but everyone was physically and mentally drowned. We just slept in the cars. We woke up around 8:30. We wished David a happy birthday. I guess He had the crappiest birthday ever! Well, I think that is about all I can type about right now. Sorry this is so grammatically incorrect.