When the tornado hit us last year I was 40 weeks pregnant with my first child, on bed rest. My husband and I were watching a movie. We had no idea that the storm was bad. My father-in-law called told us to take cover. We stood up and the lights started to flicker, I grabbed a couch cushion and my dogs and got in the hallway. I never ever thought it would be as bad as it was. The air pressure changed and then the windows blew in, then all hell broke loose. I will never forget the sound of the roof ripping off. Then all the debris hitting us. When it was over, I looked out of the hallway and the front of our house was just gone. Ironically we had just finished the nursery the day before, it was the only part of the house that had a ceiling. We had to wait on a neighbor to come help dig us out. Once we were out, we walked to the end of our street (Pearl) to 26th and looked East. It took my breath away. There was a home on the corner down on Joplin St. All that was left was the fireplace. I didn't cry then, I didn't cry for over a week. I didn't want to go into labor with the town down to one hospital. I didn't know where we would go if I did go into labor. Thankfully our son Keenan stayed put for another 12 days. This picture is of him at the sight of what would have been his first home. The numbers were our address. We wanted him to have this picture for the future. Something he will have to learn about when he gets older. Our town, our family is forever changed.
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