On
May 31st, I experienced my first tornado. The young single girl who put this on her
bucket list of things to experience had a slightly different version of what it
would be like in her head. In her head,
it was much more like being a tornado chaser, where you get to see the twister
from a relatively safe distance. It certainly
wasn’t the image of kneeling in the laundry room holding onto your terrified
two year old while watching the giant 26 year old tree being ripped from the
earth. I certainly do NOT need to do
that again.
I
knew it was coming. After picking up
Lina, the nice weather robot broke into my radio and told me I had just enough time
to get home, let the dogs out and get settled in before the danger set in. I turned on the TV as soon as I got home and
let the local weather people tell me about where the danger was headed. When the first sirens started, we stayed
upstairs while Lina ate her cold left over noodles. The danger was still far enough away. There were two spots in the storm where
rotation was present. One was expected
to hit my area, the other was expected to hit my parents area. I barely remember hearing the second siren, I
was too busy listening to the weather man.
He said the danger spot was headed towards the street a mile away from
my house. But there is also a town of
the same name nearby, so I hesitated in going down stairs, waiting for him to
clarify. I heard a POP and the power
went out for a full second then came back on.
That’s when I decided it was time to go downstairs. About 15 seconds later the power went out for
good. I quickly told Lina to go down
stairs while I ran to get the iPad (to keep Lina entertained) and my
phone. Lina had only gone down two steps
so I asked her if she wanted me to carry her down. Fortunately she said yes. I quickly scooped her up and ran down the
steps. My arms and hands were full, so
when my pants started falling down, I was unable to grab them. By the time I reached the laundry room, they
were half down my tush. I set Lina down,
dropped the iPad on the hamper, set the phone on the washer, pulled up my pants
and knelt down to hold my scared baby.
We heard a giant crack and we both looked out the tiny plexiglass window
as our large tree came crashing down.
That’s when I started shaking. I
quickly shoved the over full basket of clean clothes out of the room so I could
shut the door. My whole body trembled
uncontrollably and Lina climbed higher into my lap.
“I
scared Mommy, I scared.”
“It’s
okay baby, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
“You
have me?”
“Yeah,
I’ve got you baby. I’ll keep you safe.”
“Okay. I’m just gonna watch the rain.”
“Okay,
let’s just watch the rain.”
As
we held onto each other and my shaking subsided, I quickly grabbed my phone to
call Mason. I knew he was on his way
home, if the storm hadn’t sped up, he would have been home just before it hit. As soon as he answered I told him “Don’t come
home!” But it was too late. He was already in it. He was trying to pull into a do it yourself
car wash, but couldn’t see far enough ahead of him to see the entrance. After I got off the phone with him, Lina had
relaxed enough to venture from my lap and started playing her fish game on the
iPad while I tried to call my parents and sister to make sure they were all
okay. But the lines were clogged and
that was the last I was able to use my phone until a few hours later when I was
able to send out some text messages.
Eventually I was able to use Mason’s phone to talk to my sister to find
out that the other rotation went south of my parents. They were safe.
It
was a few days before I was able to confirm that it was in fact a tornado, and
not just severe winds. I got my news in
tiny bits from friends and family who held us in their hearts while watching
the weather man. While driving around
the next day to get drinks for all the people who came to help chop up that
tree, there was a distinct path of huge trees that were pulled from the ground,
roots and all. The path of the tornado
was less than a block away from our home.
The tree fell towards the twister, we were definitely in the “suck
zone.” If it was that scary being a
block away from a mild tornado, I don’t think I need to worry about missing out
on the thrill of being a tornado chaser.
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