When I was 3 my family was struck by Mother Nature, in the worst kind of way. At that time my dad worked 3rd shift so he’d get home in time to say “have a nice day” while my brother & I headed out for school.
The early morning of November 28, 1988 1:40am everything we had vanished. My mom, brother, & I were hit by a tornado. Since my brother & I were only 3 years old the memories are fuzzy but we do remember a little. I was in the bedroom with my mom and the lights went out then all I heard was my brother crying. Mom told me to sit on the bed and she was going to get Kevin. I heard this loud sound I’d never heard before and that was it. The tornado only hit our house in our neighborhood then touched down again half a mile down the road. This was our home afterwards, that’s what a 1,500sq house and a garage looks like after an F4 tornado.
Miraculously non of us got critically injured. My mom got a few scratches on her knees, Kevin broke his collar bone, & I was missing half the skin on my face. Even though Kevin & I weren’t in the same room we did get found together. We were both beside each other at the corner of the garage.
News paper clipping of my dad & brother.