My grandfather spent the better part of his life paying for it and it was a source of pride for our family. It saw lots of good, some bad, lots of family reunions... Lots of life.
After Jan 12th this is what's left of a house I called home for a few months during 1985, when we moved to Haiti...
I still can't process the loss. My brain still refuses to accept the sight. I keep looking at it with a strange sense of detachment so I can somehow cope with it.
Keep Haiti and it's people in your prayers.
If you can, donate to one of the many organizations raising funds like:
RED CROSS
DOCTORS WITHOUT BORDERS
UN FUND
CATHOLIC RELIEF SERVICES
Thank you.
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