Picture taken in the tornado rubble in Moore, OK.
Guys, I kept my house this time, but the last few days have been really hard. This picture sums up a lot of feelings. I know what it’s like to be on the other end - to have everything taken. But I learned at a young age that all those things can be replaced, be grateful to still have your family and friends, instead.
I keep thinking there must be something I can write down about all of this… but I just wind up without words.
14 years ago, I was asked if I had survivor’s guilt since my family and I survived and both of our neighbors died.
It was a horrible, despicable thing to ask a 13 year old. And I find that that question is kind of cropping up again.
The 7/11 I always went to is less than a half mile from my house. It was completely leveled and three people lost their lives there…
I wasn’t even at home at the time, I was at work…but it still hits so close to home.
I am going back to work tomorrow but just like 14 years ago, I am having difficulty comprehending how the world keeps turning as if nothing happened.
People were still jogging at the park today. They were buying groceries, stopping at McDonald’s for fast food, complaining about gas prices…
I was picking up pieces of someone else’s house…
14 years ago it was my house.
And I just am expected to go back to work as if half my town isn’t gone.
I know the haters say that we should know better than to live in a state where this is common. I can’t bring myself to ask, “Why does this keep happening to us?” Because they’ve made the answer clear to me. And they continue to say if you don’t like it, move.
I just might have to.
I can’t handle this a third time.
I really can’t.
Nothing like cowering under a stairwell while a tornado rips through your hometown.
I think my house is okay…
Everything south of it for sure took substantially damage.