Yesterday we boarded up the windows at my mother-in-law’s house. Nearly every window was blown out, the deck’s overhang collapsed, power lines were down, but the house stood. She was lucky. When the tornado struck, she couldn’t reach the basement and instead prayed under her bed.
Today, I helped clean the streets and assisted our handyman, who’s worked with us for five years. Driving through Clayton, I saw the devastation—century-old trees in Forest Park laid down like they had taken their final bow.