Letter to my son
Dear Son, 2020 is the year that just keeps giving, not in a good way. Normally we don't have hurricanes in October. This will be another year mommy will remember her birthday - when Cat 3, Hurricane Zeta arrived. That morning, Mommy went for a walk with Oma. We commented on how windy it was and how the birds were cawing and flying crazy. Sure it was cloudy, but it seemed like it was a pleasant day. Other than the birds' behavior, how would people know without modern technology that a Cat 3 was about to land. You had virtual classes for half the day. The winds slowly increased, but not alarmingly. Oma, Opa and TJ came over to celebrate Mommy's birthday and enjoy some steaks your Daddy cooked for us. My parents decided to leave and got home, just in time. The rain came quickly. The wind picked up... sending the rain sideways. By the evening, it was pretty scary. The rain was so thick and heavy, it was pounding on the window. You said, "It's like someo