I grew up about 30 miles from Joplin, Missouri. It was the "big city" where we went shopping for prom dresses and out for dinner when the more local options got boring. I kept watching the news today looking for something familiar...a store, a landmark, anything...it's just gone. I couldn't see a single place that I recognized.
Thankfully, I didn't hear any names that I recognized either. But just from the sound of my Facebook friends that are emergency crew, and the people that are still posting looking for missing friends and loved ones...it's bad guys, it's really bad.
We laugh about tornadoes here in the Midwest. We joke that "when the sirens go off, that's when it's time to go outside and watch the show". But every couple of years Ma Nature reminds us that sometimes tornadoes aren't so funny.
There's this heartbreaking shot that I saw via my friend Libby, of what looks like a mama wrapping her kiddos in a quilt. Whew...tell me, will I ever see another child in trouble again and not imagine my own Kid in that place? Or what I would be feeling without a place for him to sleep tonight?
Yup...can't think about that right now. Can't, can't, can't.
What I can do is this....
Those of you who've been around awhile have probably sussed out that I don't write because I like to, I do it because I can't not. But if you get anything out of this blog, if it makes you smile every now and then, or even just if you like making fun of my foibles, would you please consider making a donation to the Red Cross this week or whatever other organization strikes your heart? (Here's a whole list of 'em.)
(P.S. I'm going to leave this at the top for awhile, but there will be new stuff below it, never fear.)