The Heartbreak Goes Out Like Ripples

My daughter and her fiance went to New Orleans this past spring, so she could meet his mother, and see the city that he loves so much. They did everything they could cram into the time they were there.

Last evening, one huge worry was lifted from them -- they heard from her fiance's mother that she is fine and continuing north.

So why am I crying? I've never been to New Orleans, just seen a few pictures, heard a few songs. It does no good to be sensible, to say a city of that size should never have been built below sealevel. How oculd it not have been built there? There surely must have been some mystical force that made so many elements converge there.

New Orleans will recover, and the memories will live on. But now, we'll all cry.