Reblog. Originally posted Oct 2012
It’s gone, the thundering voice of destruction, leaving behind the shattered lives and loves of yesterday. The darkness is broken only by the sounds of silence. I am alive, but dare not breathe for fear it will return. I have survived the tornado.
There is a stir beneath me as I feel my boys begin to move. Sheltered by my body, they survived. I hug them closer. “Mom, are we dead” a tremulous voice ventures. “No” I say, “God did not look the other way. Now we must find a way to save ourselves”.
I try to move and a flash of pain runs through my body. I am trapped. I cannot move my legs. The futility of my efforts floods my emotions. I must stay calm. We are alone and no one knows we’re here. What’s that? A voice, faint but growing stronger.
“Hello! Hello!” it calls. “Can anybody…
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