Grief and Gratitude: A Tampanian Tale of Hurricane Humility

It was Monday morning at 6:30 am when I called my parents, two days before Hurricane Ian made landfall. The cone had shifted. A giant swirling “3” was spinning over my childhood home outside of Clearwater, Florida.

“Mom, will you please leave now?” I urged. My voice was shaky, and not just because I hadn’t had my coffee.

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Becky Meadows

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