You Don't Know This, But...
Saturday will be a year since the tornado. I remember it as if it were yesterday. We had lost power and it was quiet. There was no humming of the air conditioning. Computers were down, no phone ringing, and in the silence the noise of the alert coming across the phone. There are the subconscious things that occur. Questions that come to mind. How could so much damage happen within the space of less than a minute? How could a breeze turn into a locomotive? How could trees that have lived for a century or more be pulled out of the ground and tossed as if they were matchsticks? And how could the house survive when it's being battered like this? People still ask about that afternoon with acute fascination. They didn't experience it so want to through the stories we share. They want me to measure how afraid I was at the time. It's not something that can be measured, nor something I want to continue to recall. Almost a year has passed and I'm still "hearing" ...