The grass has grown over the spot. Only concrete and wood remain. Looking around at the ocean it looks like nothing ever happen. As I wade through the grass and make it to the slab. Memories flood back to me.
I'm waking up on a Saturday morning. I can hear the ocean. Feel the Gulf breeze blowing in the windows. The sound of Cajun music coming from the kitchen. The smell of Papa deaux and rue cooking. I open my eyes and see Grandma Ruby dancing around the kitchen.
I look around the slab. I see my hand and footprint in the concrete They are so small.
God showed his power in that hurricane that destroyed Ruby's home and my world. God shows his love in the spiritual connection to that place and time.
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