Thursday, May 22nd, will go down in my history book as one of the scariest days of my life. A supercell F3 tornado ripped through my little town. I was at work a half hour away from my home and found out that the tornado had hit Windsor (not an area usually in the path b/c we're only about 30 miles from the foothills of the Rocky Mountains), so I tried to call my mother who watches my 8 month old son. I couldn't get ahold of her!! *Panic time* She lives a mile away from me. I start getting on the internet to see news coverage of where the tornado hit the hardest...the neighborhood behind my house is dessimated! I can't tell/don't know if I still have a home to go back to! Call my husband, he doesn't want to drive there because the clouds still look really bad and he doesn't/I don't want him driving into anything and possibly lose him too! Finally, I hear from my mother. She lost power a half hour before a tremendous hail storm hit - hail the size of baseballs were pounding the ground. Seriously, it looks like our lawns were aerated by them! She has absolutely no idea that a tornado just maybe took out my house. She and my son were just waiting out the storm; he slept through it! Too bad he doesn't sleep that good at night! (you have to keep your humor or you'll go insane!)
Finally, I decide it's probably safe to try to drive home. Shocker! The police aren't letting anyone through - not even residents, yet the news crews can be in my front yard...go figure! I sweet talk a cop into letting me just walk down the highway to see if my neighborhood was hit. He wasn't watching me so I hightailed it into the bad part and got out of his sight. I just had to see if my two puppies were okay or running loose. Another cop stopped me about two blocks in and tried to make me leave. I stood my ground and told him, "No, you have to let me see if I have a home to go home to!" He took my address and went to go look, then came back and gave me a ride to my house. This is what we pulled up to:
My house/neighborhood no longer has trees, but if you look on the right of the picture and see the little house in the back, that is the neighborhood that was so badly hit. That is the neighborhood of the pictures at the beginning of this post. I feel so incredibly fortunate! The insurance adjusters came yesterday and already gave us a check for all the repairs, and we are already set up to get a new roof on Monday. It makes you almost feel guilty to have an intact home when those 25 yards away from you have lost so much - some everything, some just windows and such. Please keep these people in your thoughts and hearts along with all the others out there that are affected by these horrible catastrophies. We see it on the news everyday, but until it's in your backyard (literally!), it never really hits *home*.