One of my earliest memories is of a night spent in the basement of our house in Kansas, sitting out a tornado warning. I was five. My mom was very pregnant, my baby brother ready to arrive any day.
I played with my older brother. We talked about baby names as a family. My dad listened to a radio. I remember being scared because I had seen the Wizard of Oz, and I knew that creepy witches rode their brooms in tornadoes and your house ended up in another place. We ended up being fine.
This morning while I watch the coverage of what happened in Moore, Oklahoma yesterday I feel so sad. Schools gone. Homes gone. People gone. They are not fine.
I’m just praying. Praying they find more people alive. Praying for comfort. Praying for recovery.