While I waited in line to walk into the Superdome for the first time to see the Saints game last night, I could not help but think of the people who waited in that space for seven, long, hot days to be rescued and receivesome comfort. I stood next to a woman in line that told me of how her father stayed in dome after the storm and the memory of it overwhelmed her. She was dressed in full Saints black and gold, including fleur de lei earrings and a beautifully painted face. As we looked up at the giant structure it was hard to picture what that man and thousands of others must of felt. I told her I was sorry and that was all that I could offer, there are no other words to express how sad and painful those memories must be. She was numb to it and did not cry, but just repeated 7 days, 7 long days over and over again. When we went inside we separated and I thought of her during the game. I thought of all the people and the their families who waited in the Dome to get some help. I wish it would have never happened. We are still processing it all as a community I realize. Sometime I wish it would just go away. However joined by 70,000 other Saints fans, cheering in a stadium that served as a shelter for people stranded, hopeless and suffering...well that was like group therapy. We are back and we are reclaiming our lost hope.