Getting to tornado season, which means stories about the Joplin tornado are fling. We always get hit hard down here, but Joplin specifically had a lot of deaths because it's such a densely populated area. There's the "poster boy" who got ripped out of his father's arms and out the window. That always gets to me, even though I didn't know him.
My boyfriend had plans at a party at a place that got hit, but his plans changed last minute. His parents sat through it with smashed windows under an overpass. Scary stuff. Just a little too close to home.
It hurts my heart to feel that pain down here.
My boyfriend and I were going out last night to get some ice cream. After a story, I just couldn't do it. Couldn't make myself eat. My eating has been decreasing more and more.
Same with Josh. It's strange to think how fragile human life is. It can be gone in an absolute instant; ripped apart by a rock, piece of metal, or by being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Tornadoes can decimate one house and leave the one next to it untouched. And it's all luck. Just dumb luck.
I wonder if Josh was in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or did he do it on purpose? He seemed proud to be doing what he was doing. And he had plans when he got home, a job offer from Dell. A good one in IT. I can't believe he did it on purpose.
My life seems to be the only non-fragile one. I take a licking and keep on ticking.
I want to work on my book, but this isn't the right mood for the next scene. Losing grip. Pictures and emotions and sounds running in the noise noise noise.
A clear mind? Peace and tranquility? The wind howls outside. Bad straight-line winds. While I swirl in circles like a tornado.
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