My fiance just called me. That was a painful coversation.
He was... silent and when he talked, you could hear the hurt in his voice.
He said that the city has a rank smell thats just nauseating. That the city is cold (not weather wise but I'm sure you get the meaning) and silent. There are no people, no electricity, no running water. There aren't even animals running around. He said it looks like a war zone. Like a bomb hit.
He checked his aunts house in Metairie. Amazingly, her house escaped all damage of all sorts. It was locked tight. There was no water damage at all. No looters. The yard looks like a bomb went off but the house itself is just fine.
His friends house is totalled. They went inside and were out in 5 minutes. There is nothing left to save. Unfortunately, his friend had 6 people to transport plus a bag each with clothing so he couldn't take his cats with him. He found both of them drowned from the water.
And my fiance's apartment. The building itself has one side ripped away so that you can walk or see right into peoples apartments inside. He found it standing. But thats all.
When they walked up to the front door it was to find that it had been kicked in. The couch had been set on fire. Everything, floor to ceiling, was covered in a black mould. He tried to get into his room only to find that he had to almost bash the door in to get it open. The ceiling had fallen in and everything inside (even in the walk in closet) was dripping wet.
He said he was hoping that somehow his place had escaped bad damage. That he would still have something left. But it is litterally all gone.
I asked him if he wants to ever go back to New Orleans. He said it will be too painful to do that. That he never thought his entire life could be wiped out in one night. But it has been.
He says he will never go back again because he will always remember the pain of losing everything he had worked for and loved in such a short period of time (except myself and his family and friends of course).
As I've written this, I have found myself stopping the typing for a few minutes at a time to just stare into space. I can't begin to tell you the pain I hear in his voice. He won't admit it of course. And he tries hard to prevent me from hurting. He said "At least we are all alive."
But I know that isn't nearly enough. The loss is just staggering. I wish it had been me. I'd rather be going through this than him.
At least he can get on with his life now. We just always expected that there would be a choice between our beloved New Orleans or Canada. Now there is none because New Orleans holds nothing for us.
His friends are going to Atlanta. He's going to go with them. But tonight he said that he is going to come to Canada. That he can't handle this kind of loss again. If he wants to be spared the loss, none are immune to it. But at least, in Alberta, I know we will be relatively safe. The last real danger that threatened us was almost 10 years ago when the tornado hit up north. And the chances of a tornado taking out an entire city are very slim.
I would spare him this if possible. I'd rather stay here where I know he will be relatively safe from this kind of possible mass destruction. Though, if he wants to stay in Atlanta, I will do that too. Because you do that when you love someone as much as I love him.
I wish it was me and not him.
He was... silent and when he talked, you could hear the hurt in his voice.
He said that the city has a rank smell thats just nauseating. That the city is cold (not weather wise but I'm sure you get the meaning) and silent. There are no people, no electricity, no running water. There aren't even animals running around. He said it looks like a war zone. Like a bomb hit.
He checked his aunts house in Metairie. Amazingly, her house escaped all damage of all sorts. It was locked tight. There was no water damage at all. No looters. The yard looks like a bomb went off but the house itself is just fine.
His friends house is totalled. They went inside and were out in 5 minutes. There is nothing left to save. Unfortunately, his friend had 6 people to transport plus a bag each with clothing so he couldn't take his cats with him. He found both of them drowned from the water.
And my fiance's apartment. The building itself has one side ripped away so that you can walk or see right into peoples apartments inside. He found it standing. But thats all.
When they walked up to the front door it was to find that it had been kicked in. The couch had been set on fire. Everything, floor to ceiling, was covered in a black mould. He tried to get into his room only to find that he had to almost bash the door in to get it open. The ceiling had fallen in and everything inside (even in the walk in closet) was dripping wet.
He said he was hoping that somehow his place had escaped bad damage. That he would still have something left. But it is litterally all gone.
I asked him if he wants to ever go back to New Orleans. He said it will be too painful to do that. That he never thought his entire life could be wiped out in one night. But it has been.
He says he will never go back again because he will always remember the pain of losing everything he had worked for and loved in such a short period of time (except myself and his family and friends of course).
As I've written this, I have found myself stopping the typing for a few minutes at a time to just stare into space. I can't begin to tell you the pain I hear in his voice. He won't admit it of course. And he tries hard to prevent me from hurting. He said "At least we are all alive."
But I know that isn't nearly enough. The loss is just staggering. I wish it had been me. I'd rather be going through this than him.
At least he can get on with his life now. We just always expected that there would be a choice between our beloved New Orleans or Canada. Now there is none because New Orleans holds nothing for us.
His friends are going to Atlanta. He's going to go with them. But tonight he said that he is going to come to Canada. That he can't handle this kind of loss again. If he wants to be spared the loss, none are immune to it. But at least, in Alberta, I know we will be relatively safe. The last real danger that threatened us was almost 10 years ago when the tornado hit up north. And the chances of a tornado taking out an entire city are very slim.
I would spare him this if possible. I'd rather stay here where I know he will be relatively safe from this kind of possible mass destruction. Though, if he wants to stay in Atlanta, I will do that too. Because you do that when you love someone as much as I love him.
I wish it was me and not him.
I am so sorry your fiance is going through this. It must be very painful. But thank God he is alive.
to you for the hurt your feeling for your loved one.
Of course, you're welcome in Georgia too. 
