With Hurricane Gustav poised to enter the gulf, we left New Orleans today and evacuated to my brother-in-law’s in Atlanta. Packing up for the trip was a very different experience from the Katrina evacuation: this time I couldn’t take comfort in knowing that, whatever we lost, my sons were both safe and that was all that mattered. Friday, as I looked around his room I realized my oldest son was not coming with us this time, and all that I had left of him, all his clothes and his knick knacks, all that remained of his smell, could be lost forever. A panic came over me. What could I save of his? What did I want to take with me? And the answer was crushing: I wanted my son; I wanted to save him from harm. And that was the one thing I could never have. But then another thought came to me. Nothing could ever hurt him again. In that sense he was safe, forever. And he was with me, forever.
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