Almost Home

The storm was almost over. Two more hours… my darling girls waiting, watching, wondering. “The fantastic adventures of Princess Tiffany”, warm my heart on the coldest nights, their favorite story. My beautiful, talented girls - I’m almost home. My angels. I look to you and pray. Missing you always – I’m almost home.

         Sleepless nights destroyed me. Blinding lights took over. My mind ablaze. Friends sleeping – Forever sleeping. Almost gone – Almost home.

         I was woken with the screaming of those terrified souls, leading me on – Leading me home. The countdown is almost over. A claustrophobic tin can carrying over four hundred souls returning, returning home.

         Out of the window a lovely portrait painted by God. A beautiful heaven of the greenest grass and bluest skies, amidst this awful destruction.

         Past memories, terrible memories interrogate my thoughts. That barren wasteland haunts me. Ghost of the past invade my dreams, turning them to nightmares. Fading into the memories, terrifying images hijack my thoughts. Death, death so much death. My friends, my family – gone. Their taste, their sounds, their smell – all gone.

          I dig deeper into the past, to the beginning. God’s almighty wrath took them – took them all. The wave swallowed them, engulfing them like fish to shark.

         Why did I leave them? I shouldn’t have left them. They didn’t expect it. My hotel window my only view of them. In a sudden moment – it attacked! The shadow of death destroyed the sun. All was dark. The wails began. My senses dulled. Time stopped. Those souls. Those poor souls.

         I cowardly waited, protected. Not harmed – safe. The sun beamed through giving light. The sea expanded. The city gone. My angels gone. Everything gone. Wiped out by a vicious wave

         I’m almost home. I’ll go the same way. Feel their pain. Wait for me my angels.



I’m almost home.