I’m terrified of death. I think about it constantly. That’s why my art often has the theme concerning it. It helps me to deal with it.
But today is supposed to be even worse. I’ve decided that all I can do is try to keep up-to-date on the weather and react as the storm rolls in. It’s 1:23, right now. It’s supposed to be at its worst between 6-11 p.m. I’m just slowly counting down the hours. Wish me luck, everyone. I’m holding on tight for this ride.
Tornado Watch until 4 a.m. (I’m not going to be able to sleep until they say that it’s all good for the time being).
They’re calling tomorrow the “Big Show.” They’re comparing it to the tornado in Joplin. I’m terrified that I might actually die tomorrow.
This is the worst feeling in the entire world. I was at work when the tornado sirens went off the first time. We were rushed, with around 26 customers, to the break room in the back of the store. The power was flashing on and off, everyone was frantic, weather reports were coming in saying that the tornado was less than a block away from us, and I was sitting there with my heart pounding through my chest.
Then, lo and behold, my Mom walks in the door of the break room, soaked in rain, smiling a huge smile at me, and my heart calmed. She sat there with me and everyone else, holding my hand, rubbing my back, and comforting me. It was so great to have her there.
We’re now under a tornado watch until 4 a.m., and they’re all going to be asleep while I’m hyper-ventilating the entire time in the living room until it all goes away.
I just really hope that I can get everyone to safety tomorrow and I hope that we’re all going to be okay.