Thanksgiving After Katrina

Before Katrina my Mom and Dad lived in Picayune, a small town in Mississippi. I assumed that would be where they would live the rest of their days out. I think they thought so too. Even though my Mom owned twenty acres in Tennessee from her Dad's old farm, they were content where they were. Than Katrina came.

Even though the storm did very little damage to my parent's house, some shingles, a car port twisted into a pretzel, they even got power back within days of the storm, my Mom no longer felt safe here. She thought of the next storm. She wanted to move back home, to Tennessee, home even though she hadn't lived there in over forty years. So they sold their home within two months of Katrina and were preparing to move.

Thanksgiving found them homeless. They were out of their old home, but the new one wasn't ready yet, so they had no place to go. They stayed with me for the holiday. My brother came over and we had a nice Thanksgiving. The above picture is from that day, my Dad, my Mom and Buffy.

As I was searching back though my old posts about Katrina I came across this picture and a post similar to this one about that Thanksgiving. I really like this picture, this was before my Dad started to get sick again and they looked like they were so happy and had so many years still together.