Monday, August 29, 2011
The term aftermath is a strange one: after and math. Happening later and an accounting.
Irene: After 8 hours of no power, our aftermath is a yard full of downed branches. We are very fortunate. For two of our neighbors have a multitude of toppled trees in their yards. Some hitting garages, others making huge messes. Thankfully no one was hurt.
World Youth Day: The aftermath is not as cut and dry as that of a windy rain storm that brings about no substantive damage. It lingers and infiltrates life from WYD forward. Nothing will be the same. I am not the same. After experiencing pilgrimage, no one can be the same.