A few Saturdays ago, I drove to my sister's house for an anniversary party and along the way, I saw a section of road that still lay in ruin after April's Fury ripped through my community over two months ago. It didn't look like much cleanup had occurred. I don't know if it was lack of money or insurance. There were two or three chicken houses still in ruin. Dozens of white chickens littered the field, feeding along side a few cows. Sights like this never cease to amaze me.
But even on the main highway in Rainsville, there had been so much destruction to begin with that even now, it is still in such a shape that debris lay in piles along the side of the street waiting for pick up. Most of the uprooted trees have been cleared but it doesn't erase the evidence of what happened. Along the path of the deadly tornado that swept through Rainsville, trees look like the top halves and branches have simply been snapped off. In the bright of summer, these trees are just sticks standing in the ground. Having seen the destruction from a smaller tornado that ripped through Geraldine only a year before, I know those trees won't have branches for a long time.
The tornado from the video above came within FEET of where two of my sisters live. They had only minimal damage considering that 98% of the homes on their street were destroyed and where a dozen, if not more, people lost their lives.
I have to write this because the tornado on the video above impacted my life so much, just as I'm sure it has so many other people in this area. Now I can't look at a darkened sky the same way ever again. At the mere sign of a storm, I get on the computer and start looking at the radar images. And when I'm away from home and can't seem to get any other information, I'm texting one of my sisters to see if a warning is out.
A few days ago, there was a rare moment when my hubby and I had the opportunity to go out without kids. The sky suddenly turned ominous followed by hard rain, lightening, thunder. I couldn't enjoy myself. I kept my eyes glued to the sky watching for rotation. I texted my sisters and flipped through radio stations in an effort to see if we needed to take cover.
And my kids... I was so worried about them. They were with my stepdaughter. I know they are in good hands with her but I couldn't help but worry about all of them anyway.
Since that day in April, I've had probably a handful of dreams centered around tornadoes, often times multiple tornadoes, coming right after me or me and my kids. Sometimes I can get us to safety, sometimes I don't and I wake up just as the twister barrels down on us. Sometimes I'm safe but someone I love is sucked up and I can't help them. All I can do is watch and cry.
I don't know that there is one. In time, I suppose I might not be so sensitive to a dark sky and in time, the dreams might subside. I can't fathom that just yet but we'll see. I don't imagine it would do anyone any good to pretend that we haven't been scarred by it.
As time goes on, I'm sure things will get better but not just yet. Blessings to everyone who has been affected by those storms and who are still trying to pick up the pieces.