"Disturbed" Graves......

That's what the local news called them tonight -- disturbed graves. They were talking about cemeteries in St. Bernard parish where coffins were broken apart by Katrina. They showed pictures of legs sticking out of one coffin. The legs belong to a 15 year old child killed in a drive-by shooting -- you could still see his pant legs and socks. Other coffins were cracked open and you could see exposed bones.

(Much the same happened with Rita in southwest Louisiana. Caskets were washed a mile or more inland -- just not as many. Bodies and caskets had to be reunited.)

My husband doesn't watch the news. As this segment was airing I called him in. He looked and asked where it was. I said it was St. Bernard. He asked when this flim was taken. I told him today.

This brings to memory the stories told by native New Orleanians. Years ago.... during spring floods, 'supposedly', it wasn't unusual for children to be found kicking around/throwing around/playing with a skull that had been washed out of its resting place by flood waters. The saying was that in spring, relatives -- living and dead, were prone to visit.

Maybe that light-hearted spin on this will help me sleep tonight.