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The Final Cry From The Marsh An excerpt from the book "HURRICANE AUDREY" by Nola Mae Ross Rachel
is weeping for her children: “One of my saddest memories of Hurricane Audrey,” says Charles Hackett, who lived near the edge of the marsh,” was when just at dusk, mothers who’d had their babies pulled away from them by the raging waves of the hurricane, would come to the edge of the marsh looking for their missing children. They could see nothing. But they could hear the lonesome, heart-wrenching cries of hundreds of nutria out in that vast, dark swamp. “The nutria’s cry sounds exactly like the cry of a human baby. It is uncannily similar. Even I sometimes believed there were babies out there in the dark. Every mother thought she heard her baby crying for help.” One by one in the days after Audrey, these mothers slowly admitted to themselves that their children could not have survived, that they were not out there in the marsh. They were really gone. Most of them were finally able to accept and to grieve. Some however, never could come to grips with their loss. Forty years later there are still families out there denying death because no body was ever found. Facing the fact that a member of their family, especially a little one was gone when they could not find the body was one of the worst crosses the hurricane survivors had to bear. There was no finality, no ending to their nightmare. Hurricane Audrey has now been relegated to the far distant past, but her memories will haunt forever.
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