Sunday, September 11, 2005
Don't forget to come back to New Orleans
Tonight we dined outdoors with friends of David and Hilda, who lost their homes in Bay St. Louis. Tomorrow they are driving there to get some closure since their home is not longer where it used to be. Actually, their house is nowhere, Katrina took it away.
Up in the southern sky the crescent moon was peeking through the foliage of tall trees towering the back garden. I got to thinking. Why did I pick up Tim Laughlin's CDs before we left, I'll never know because I've never done it before, but I have a nagging feeling, because up until know, when the tune was playing in the middle of the night, I really didn't know what it means to miss New Orleans. God, I miss her each night and day since we left two weeks and a day ago. I know I'm not wrong because the feeling's getting stronger the longer we stay away.
Never thought I'd miss the moss-covered vines, the tall sugar pines where mockingbirds used to sing. My heart aches longing to see that old lazy Mississippi running in the spring.
How many of you miss those nights when the moonlight lays on the bayous?
And what about them Creole tunes filling the air? Why am I dreaming about
magnolias in June? I know, and it hurts, because I'm wishin I was there.
If you know what it means to miss New Orleans is because that's where we left
our hearts. And there's one more thing, we miss each and everyone of you we care for, more
than we miss New Orleans.
Don't forget to come back to New Orleans.
Alberto and Valorie
