Still Crying

Well, I only cried at work twice today, and I've had to break out the chocolate. It's a bag of old milk chocolate chips, and they're not that great, and apparently the diet is down the toilet. But at least I have a functioning toilet to flush it down. Tomorrow is another day.

This evening the major networks took turns covering the hurricane, and I couldn't not watch. I feel so helpless. I see these people pleading for food and water, and I wish I could give it to them. I have water. I have food. If you knock at my door, I will give it to you. I will take you in and give you shelter for as long as you need it. I want to say. There's another bag of chocolate chips. But I can't give them anything. I couldn't hop in my car and drive down there with a carload of water and food even if I had the means. I can't get there, and neither can anybody else. And while I can give money, and giving money is very important, it just doesn't feel like much. My heart just aches.

Last night I heard from a friend who evacuated from Biloxi. I called my family to let them know that he is ok, and started to cry. My sister and I have discussed how we both just can not keep our composure when we talk to our parents about anything that hurts us. Has anyone else noticed this? Does this happen to you? I can be just rolling along, talking, ok, and something happens, the switch is flipped, and I can't even speak anymore. Mom recognizes the silence as weeping. I guess that's what moms are for.