My husband died just two weeks before the storm of a recurrence of throat cancer. I'm almost glad it happened before the storm, because this would have been a terrible blow to him. He was not as tough as I am.

Those memories are all I have. I don't have anything else.

We bought this house in '73 and all their childhood memories are tied up with this house. They really wanted me to restore it and that's what I'm going to do. I'm hoping it doesn't happen again. If it does, I'll rebuild again, because this is my home.