Signs of life.
We buried our friend Fred yesterday. The funeral was at Hebrew Rest cemetery out in Gentilly. The cemetery is on a natural ridge and did not flood. The grass was green and the tombstones were untouched. The surrounding neighborhood was hard hit by the flooding and it was totally deserted. The only signs of life in that section of the city were in the cemetery.
It’s hard to say what was sadder the funeral or the miles of devastation we passed on the way to it. I think it might be a toss up.