That’s how long it’s been since Hurricane Ivan brought many of us to our knees in prayer that our lives wouldn’t end in that terrible storm.
After 36 hours of high-pitched, maddening, whistling winds Ivan left our shores and moved on to wreak more havoc in Cuba.
As we left our shelters – some of which no longer existed – we found a decimated Grand Cayman. Landmarks were missing. Homes were missing. Rumours of death were rampant.
And communication was, at best, difficult.
We were suddenly thrown back into the days of our forefathers and foremothers who got word from other districts along the Marl Road; sometimes days out and sometimes exaggerated or totally wrong.
Those in the Eastern Districts heard of hundreds of bodies along the shoreline in West Bay.
Those in George Town heard of bodies mixed amid rubble at Ocean Club.
The rumours were just that. Grand Cayman was fortunate in that only one death was officially attributed to the storm.
And we all soon realised that, despite the widespread destruction of homes and businesses, we were blessed. Our lives had been spared. We could rebuild; and we did.
Unfortunately there are some among us who have never completely recovered from Hurricane Ivan. There are still people waiting on homes and the emotional scars of the hurricane still run deep for many.
As we looked through our archives of Hurricane Ivan photos to pull together the two-page collage on pages 10 and 11 of today’s edition of the Caymanian Compass, we were once again reminded of the horribleness of Ivan.
But looking at the after pictures, we realise just how far we’ve come on Grand Cayman.
In our humble opinion we’ve had our 100 year war in Ivan. We sincerely hope the Cayman Islands is spared from any future destruction from Mother Nature.