Sometimes I hate spring
This is devastating.
When I was in second grade, a tornado passed directly over my elementary school. Growing up in Dallas, our school had tornado drills at least once a month in the spring, so we all knew what to do when the warning came. Within minutes, my classmates and I were huddled in the hall, heads tucked into the crack between the smooth cold concrete floor and the brick wall of the reinforced hallway, fingers laced over the back of our heads, braced for impact.
I don’t know how long we stayed there. In my memory the moment consumes the entire day, although in truth it must have been only a few short minutes. Just long enough for the other classes to file in along the wall behind us, and for the litany of fear from the little girl huddled next to me to burn itself into my brain.
I still dream about her. About Toni, who spent the entire time crying inconsolably, not for us, but for her mother, who had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and who was hospitalized somewhere out there in the path of the storm.
I thought about Toni yesterday as I watched the coverage from Oklahoma. Sent up a prayer for her along with all my other prayers for the folks in the path of yesterday’s monster storms.
I always hated spring in Texas.
- How to help those affected by the Oklahoma tornadoes (Cool Mom Picks)
- Oklahoma Tornado 2013 devastates Moore, Kills Dozens (Huffington Post)
- Several Children Found in Plaza Towers Elementary School After Oklahoma Tornado (z6mag.com)
- When Bad Theology Happens to Good People (The Blue Room)
- “Why does Texas have more tornadoes?” (Caterpickles)
- “Why do tornadoes turn the sky green?” (Caterpickles)
2 Responses to “Sometimes I hate spring”
I remember that day as well. I think that we waited for several hours, although we may have had you all just sit in the hallways after a while. Mostly I remember the relief when it we got the all clear.
Yes, how lucky I was to have my mom in the same building.