Sorrow

Sometimes, it almost seems harder to be away from something bad. Because you feel you shouldn't really be mourning - you didn't lose anything or anyone and so many people are now homeless or looking for missing relatives. If you were there, then you'd have a right to be upset.

But I'm still in shock and sorrow. My home state's coast and many of its inland towns, has been destroyed. Biloxi, where I went every summer for a week when I was a kid - something I looked forward to all year round - is the worst-hit, they say. All I can do is stare at pictures and re-read articles, search the blogs of friends of friends to see if they're ok. I can't - I can't really even do anything to help. Not like I want to, anyway.

I know I'm lucky I didn't lose any family members and they're not homeless. But I still mourn. If anyone who needs help reads this - let me know. I'll do anything I can.