Where to Now?

When I heard about the hurricane Katrina I was very scared for my Aunt, Barbara Thompson, who lived in New Orleans. We couldn’t get a hold of her for what seemed like a long time. People kept calling my father’s house to see if we had heard anything from Barbara, when they asked “have you heard anything from Barbara yet?” we asked the same to them. No one knew anything until Barbara finally called my father and told him that she was okay and all that stuff.
A little while later Barbara came to live at my father’s house. My father was nice enough to let her stay with us until she finds a place of her own. At first it seemed like she was just visiting us like she always had in the past. But as time passed I looked forward to seeing her. Barbara was and is a very smart, powerful, educated, strong, independent, loving, and caring person. She is a big influence in my life. She is someone I feel I can talk to.
Later, Barbara and her family and friends found out that Barbara’s house had seven feet of water in it, and it had been looted. Her friend managed to get some of her earrings and jewelry out of her house. She had lost all of her photo albums of her many trips and of her family and yet she is working to make new albums as she told me one morning.
She has taken trips to visit her friends and just for fun. It’s as though she never really lived in New Orleans, although she has. Barbara is back to her normal routine; she takes the bus places and does things for everyone. I wish every one had an Aunt like my Aunt Barbara!