Seven years ago today was not one I care to remember; unfortunately, it’s one that will forever be etched in my mind.
My husband, brother, son and nephew had been in NOLA for the weekend and Butch had not heeded my warnings regarding hurricane Katrina. I have a tendency to exaggerate at times so he couldn’t know. (no remarks from the peanut gallery) It took them over twelve hours to get back to Gulfport because they had to go all the way up North and come back down to the Coast because interstate 10 was quite literally under water.
The day before they returned I had to deal with Ashleigh leaving to work at Gulf Coast Medical Center which was located right off the Gulf. I was terrified because I had been through a major hurricane…she hadn’t. To her it was a huge adventure even though she took her job serious. She left three year old Hadyn with me and off she went. YES…I did try to stop her!
Our boat was in it’s slip at the Gulfport Harbor and I had no idea how to get it out. I can’t even haul it on a straight road much less a slippery dock so left to me the thing would have been reduced to matchsticks! Dona versus the hurricane. Bye bye boat!
Having Hadyn kept me from showing the turmoil I felt but I was worried sick. I don’t remember what time of day it was but someone knocked on the door and to my relief it was Terry McBride. He saw how shaken I was and assured me he would get Butch home and bring the almost doomed Bout Tyme to our house.
I didn’t hear the conversation but I was told Mac advised Butch to get his ass home because Jim “effing” Cantore was standing on OUR beach!!! This joke that “where Cantore was that’s where the storm would hit” was between them long before anyone else was saying it. Whatever…it worked!!!
When Butch walked through the door I started to cry…of course…I’m a major cry baby. I was half crazed by that time so I looked at him and told him he needed to keep Hadyn pacified long enough for me to take a nap. I went to the bedroom and more or less told God that he could not, would not let my child die in a hurricane. Christopher and Wil-Taylor were both safe with us during the storm. Ashleigh would be in the hospital, helping others so she needed to be protected as only he could protect her. Some time that night Butch put Hadyn in the bed with me and I slept through everything. I admit to having medication that night. If I drank alcohol I probably would have done that too.
The next day I awoke to mass destruction, mass confusion and mass anxiety. One side of our house was ripped off and flung to the front yard but all I cared about was finding out if Ashleigh had survived. I was so nervous I allowed Wil-Taylor to drive to Biloxi and he only had a permit…no license. It…took… forever… The closer we got, the more afraid I got. We passed the cemetery and there was one large motor boat and two huge sailboats sitting on top of the graves. We went over the bridge and Back Bay was full of wrecked boats; some of which were tangled together like tiny toys. We finally made it to Biloxi and the ancient oaks still standing were skeletal. It was the most devasting scene you could imagine! We were later told that bodies were found in those same trees from all the nearby cemeteries. Thank God we saw none of those if it was indeed true. I can’t imagine Hadyn seeing something like that and not having nightmares the rest of her life.
We made it to the hospital and before we could get out of the car Ashleigh and a few others walked through the door. I swear I was laughing and crying at the same time! My baby had survived a hurricane, flood waters that chased everyone to the second floor of the hospital and Lord only knows what else. I felt such gratitude to be alive!!! Little did I know the nightmare I thought was over..was in fact just beginning.
I was working for an attorney in Gulfport at the time and our office was pretty messed up. My boss and his family were out of town and unable to get back down to the Coast. None of the other girls came back to work for two weeks and the office needed to be cleaned and opened as soon as possible. Clients came and went during that time and they all looked like zombies. Everyone was in shock. That look became known as the Katrina Stare.
I went down to the Law Office with my daughter and three year old Hadyn. We boarded up windows, cleaned floors, cleaned rotted food from the refrigerator and thought about bagging up several beach rats from the parking lot. OK..y’all know that’s a lie. Those nasty creatures could sit there and rot! After work we’d go sit in line for food that was handed out by the military so you saw machine guns in case violence broke out. Later we went to the gas stations that were opened and there we may have to wait four or five hours for enough gas to get by on. After we received all our supplies we went in search of people who couldn’t get out for food. Hadyn and I delivered to the elderly and shut ins. Ashleigh was doing the same until the day she told me she had gone to a crack house. I almost fainted! Here we were already facing riots for food, gas and water and she goes right to the people known for violence. She knew I was about to blast her so she said, “Mom, they have hungry babies to feed. I had to do it.” Well, there you go.
I couldn’t think about the fact that one whole side of my beautiful home had been ripped off and was laying in watery grass. I couldn’t think about the employees my husband moved into our home or the pitbull he allowed our son Christopher to keep upstairs on my beige berber carpet. I couldn’t think about those things because I felt responsible for finding out if my boss and his family still had a house to come home too. Frankly the other things just didn’t matter. We were all in survival mode.
Three or four days post Katrina Ashleigh and I drove to just North of the railroad tracks in Long Beach. Just South of the tracks is the area we needed to see. There were maybe five armed guards and miles of razor wire keeping people away. We looked and really couldn’t see anything so I went up to one of the National Guardsmen who changed his rifle position immediately giving me heart palpitations! I told him we were trying to find out if the home of my boss and his family was damaged. He apologized and said nothing was there. Almost total devastation. My heart dropped.
My phone wasn’t working at all but my daughter was able to text. My boss couldn’t use his phone either but his son could text. My daughter sends out a text that the family will never live in their house again because it’s gone. That is exactly what we were told but I would have put it so much more delicately. My child..tell it like it is.
The clients that came in the office at that time were desperate to say the least. They were being sued to pay their house notes, however they no longer had a home and they no longer had a job to pay on the house they didn’t have because most if the businesses had been destroyed. The last straw to my sanity was broken when a couple needing money to bury their child showed up. These folks had filed a Chapter 7 Bankruptcy and had no money, no family to borrow from and no bank was going to make a loan for the amount they needed while in an active Chapter 7. Their last words before going home were, “Please Miss Dona, we need you.” All I wanted to do was go home and cry. I left the office very late that night and driving home I don’t know if I had a stroke, blacked out had a heart attack or what but within seconds I found the front of my X-Terra smashed into a delivery truck. I looked around and the cars beside and behind me just sat there. No one ever got out of the delivery truck. I glanced around and not one soul was looking at me! The Katrina Stare.
I got to work the next day having spent the night trying to find a solution for the funeral funds. I thought of all the wealthy people I know but these were strange days so I called Hancock Bank. They knew me well and my brother-in-law worked there so they knew him well. I don’t know how it got done but it got done and that poor baby had a funeral.
Right now Isaac is churning around out there. He’s no Katrina but it bothers me it’s just sitting there, getting more organized which means storm growth and power.
Should I stay? Our business gives me no choice but would I go? No way…my babies are all here…