Where are we going to go? What is going to become of us?
Kaylee Beausoleil here. Kaysa's mother, also mom to Kenton and Korinne. I'm sitting in my room, getting ready to flee. You see, there's a monster hurricane lurking in the Gulf, headed in this direction; we may have to evacuate as soon as today.
Gustav is now a powerful Cat-4 hurricane with a possibility that it may strengthen to a five, which is the most dangerous. (Think Camille, Betsy, Andrew, and most recently, Katrina, all devastating hurricanes that changed history for the Gulf Coast regions of the U.S.) It has its sights set in on southern Louisiana. Even New Orleans, battered by Katrina three years ago, is in the direct line of fire.
Yesterday, they started the evacuations: the frail, elderly, ones with special needs, etc. have been trying to flee the cities along the Gulf Coast; they aren't sticking around, taking any chances. The last time, the stupid city of New Orleans waited til the last minute; as a result, thousands of people were killed--most of them being poor, elderly, disabled, those without transportation (or else they chose to stay, wait out the storm).
You can see where that got them: a ticket to the grave, six feet underground.
We fled ourselves when Katrina, also Rita, came calling. Thank God our place was spared the worst of the damage; however, we did have some. We've since rebuilt; now we face the remote possibility of damage to our place again, thanks, in part, to Gustav.
I think we ought to move to Alaska, where the only storms up thataway are the Northern Lights!
The last time I wrote, Kaysa was in the hospital. She had a crisis; wasn't able to finish my entry. Well, she made it through the crisis; she's now back home: weak, pale, but that's nothing new; she's still feeling better, it's going to take a little time for her to recover. We were so sure we were going to lose her; scared me slap stupid!
Now, Kaysa, Kenny, Korinne, and myself are wondering what's going to happen, if we have to leave our home to go to shelter further inland, possibly further north. We don't know where we are going to go; we just know we have to get out of the path of that hurricane that's headin' this way.
I don't know when I will write in here again.
I just pray we get through this thing in one piece, with our lives intact...
I don't know when we've cried so much.
Well, Kaysa is crying again, so I must tend to her. Until then, this is Kaylee signing off. Just keep us, as well as those along the Gulf Coast, in your thoughts/prayers as we deal with Gustav! I'd appreciate it greatly, more than you'll ever know!
~Love, your (scared) friend, Kaylee Beausoleil. :( >Tears!<