They had lived through the storm.
When the flood waters became dangerously high, she and her boyfriend climbed with their pit bull to the safety of a loft space in their small room, bringing along her mother’s ashes in an urn. Most of her possessions were washed away and when I spoke to her she continued to live in the bungalow contaminated by moldy walls.
I wonder if her bungalow is still standing as there was word about that the landlord was intent on selling the property and bulldozing the properties down. I hope to return this month.
I'm sending my blessings out today to Yvette and all of those this week who survived Hurricane Sandy last year.
|"Yvette Crying", Rockaways, NYC, 2012. ©Juliana Beasley|