Sunday afternoon, we ended up in the closet a couple of times
because of a line of storms that was moving across the area.
Taking cover for storms is nothing new.
Over the years, I feel like we have perfected the process.
Everyone has their shoes on. Purse is close by.
Phone in hand. T.V. news on. Weather radio going off.
Pillows and blankets fill the space.
Kenny is outside looking at the sky.
During the third trip to the closet,
Kenny comes dashing in the closet saying
"It's close. I heard it"
From the apartment balcony, Kenny had seen and heard it move by.
I'm glad I didn't see the videos until later.
We hunkered down and listened as it moved by.
Before we even got out of the closet, people were posting on facebook
and obviously we were on the news because the phone started ringing.
The path of destruction is unbelievable.
It is also completely amazing that no one died.
I don't know how.
There are stories. Stories from people you know.
Stories from families at church.
Stories of people from work.
It was too close.
