The Day After Christmas 2015 – Part 3

This post is the third in a series I’m writing about our tornado experience. You can read from the beginning with the first post here.

To begin, my apologies for taking so long with this third post. The second post was hard. Reliving the storm and moments afterward. Examining our reactions. Much of it is still a bit of a blur. We are now three months out from that day and I still experience the terror of those moments occasionally.

It has been triggered by spring storms, by loud noises, by small enclosed places. The terror isn’t debilitating, but it sometimes it just takes the breath away and leaves a queasy, uneasy, unsafe feeling.

But I digress! I’ve had so many people asking, “What happened next?” So we’ll start where we left off:

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12/26/15 Tornado as captured from a neighboring city.

I’m standing in front of our rubble. Can’t sit down because there are nails and bits and pieces of stuff everywhere. My phone is dead. It has been drizzling off and on. The sounds are still very weird. Not normal neighborhood sounds at 10pm at night. No hum of air conditioners and electronics. It is mainly sounds of debris being moved, or crunched as cars slowly wind their way through the streets. The sounds of people talking and crying. Some yells and calls for assistance. A distant cacophony of sirens.

I’m nervous for my husband as he goes in and out of the house retrieving what he can – it is so hard to tell the extent of the damage and I don’t want him hurt. My car isn’t going anywhere. My beloved Mini Cooper has a large section of roof decking through the sunroof. My husband’s car (a Ford Flexx) has broken windows and dents, but looks like it will drive so he is loading whatever he can in the back.

I see a man walk up the sidewalk. It is my sister’s friend! He has worked emergencies before and has a calm head about him! He is parked about a mile away at a local elementary school – it was the closest he could get but he is ready to help us to my sister’s. He helps clear debris from around and under the car and goes in with my husband to check on/get Spike. Spike is our very large pit-mix puppy. I had put him in the laundry room just before the tornado hit but we were nervous about getting him out of there with all the debris everywhere.

Our wonderful savior picked Spike up and carried him to my husband’s car. He was shaken up and stressed, but otherwise unharmed – the laundry room was intact even through the room directly above was pretty much gone.

So Spike was safely ensconced in the back of the vehicle, and I go next door to get the kids. The plan is for my husband to try and get out of the neighborhood in the car with Spike, and the kids and I will walk over to the elementary school where my sister’s friend is parked.

I check on our other next door neighbor and she said they aren’t leaving their house that night – they are worried about looters. My husband and I decide we can’t worry about that – we need to get the kids out of this war-zone and we’ll come back in the morning.

We are ready to set off when my husband looks at me and says, “the steak!”

I’m sure I must’ve given him a look like what in the world are you talking about?!?

Remember that $120 uncut filet I mentioned my husband was so excited about? He had bought it earlier that day.

He says, “We can’t leave the steak! It’ll spoil – it was a hundred and twenty dollars!”

Me: “Well we can’t put it in the car with poor Spike – he is freaked out enough as it is!”

So my husband goes in and grabs this 2 foot long piece of meat. My daughter and I are carrying bags of stuff already and my sister’s friend has picked up my youngest so he doesn’t have to walk. My husband turns to my middle son, Tucker, who is 11 and says, “Tucker you are going to have to carry the steak!”

Let’s just say this didn’t go over well, but Tucker acquiesces, and my husband gets in the car with a frantic dog and pulls away.

My motley crew starts off down the street. We are walking in the middle of the street, climbing over wood and trees and fence posts and household items. All the while Tucker is complaining loudly about having to carry the steak:

“It’s SO gross!”, “It’s cold and heavy!”, “Will someone carry this?”, “Ew! It’s dripping!”

And my favorite: “I think it’s bleeding on me!”

We got quite a few weird glances as we picked our way through the neighborhood.

We made it to his vehicle, piled in and wound our way out through a logjam of traffic. My husband has made it out of the neighborhood as well. There are police cars from neighboring communities and traffic heading into the neighborhood is at a complete standstill.

We get to my sister’s across town pretty quickly. They are still without power but we are SO glad to be there. We are exhausted, mentally spent and long overdue a bathroom break.

We borrow clothes and I gulp a glass of wine.

The past few hours felt both tremendously short and incredibly long and we are all sort of like walking zombies.

We had no idea what daylight would bring, but for the moment we are safe.

Spike is safe.

And we saved the steak!

Stay tuned for the next part of the story…how the rainstorm finished off what the tornado left, how a city reacts and waking up without a stitch of clothing to your name…

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10 Responses to The Day After Christmas 2015 – Part 3

  1. I just LOL’ed about the steak. It’s funny and yet it shows how important it can be to take some control of your life, even in small ways.

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  2. Betty Ritchie says:

    I admit, I also was lol’ing about the steak. I can just see the expression on Tucker’s face while carrying ‘the bleeding thing’. THAT’S something he’ll look back on someday when he’s older and have a heck of a laugh about it!. Thanks for the 3rd part. I can hardly wait for the next part, but know you’re busy with ‘every day’ life…….it must go on. Have a good day! Betty

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  4. Marlean says:

    Very well written. Your story gave me a better glance and understanding what you guys went through across town. We heard the freight train while bunkered down in the dark in our bathroom too. My stepdaughter, my 3-year-old son, me and our doodle dog who was so calm. My husband was on his way to work in Irving, and my oldest son was working at Tom Thumb so we were ‘scattered’ that night. We had just gotten home no more than 15 minutes off the turnpike when the sirens started blaring…Blessings to you and your family as you get your lives back. My neighbor & I along with a few others started the Looter Booters group!

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    • Nana says:

      Great to meet you Marlean! Glad you were not on the highway and everyone was safe! We really appreciate the Looter Booters – hoping to attend this weekend’s meetup so I can meet everyone in person! Thanks for the kind words and good wishes!

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  5. Jennifer Wilson says:

    You are nailing the story on the head–the sound, the emotions, the panic! We too were stuck in a small space downstairs while the second floor lifted off our house. We left our neighborhood much more quickly than you–by 7:15 pm we were on the 2-mile bridge headed to Rockwall to find a hotel–my aging parents were visiting from Colorado and I wanted to get my mom to a safe place as quickly as possible. I remember vividly the items I took with us–heavy winter coats because it was supposed to be colder the next few days, our ipad and laptop–they were accessible downstairs, my wife’s textbooks, she is a full time student and had 2 papers due on Sunday, and our dog food bin–we have 3 dogs and they are picky eaters! That is all I grabbed! I didn’t even have my wallet with me–it had been upstairs sitting on my dresser.

    We stuffed the three dogs plus the 4 of us into my mom and dad’s rental car and drove off to find shelter in Rockwall. Our cars were stuck in our garage, but my dad had parked the rental out front of the house, if he would have parked in the driveway the car would have been totaled because that is where our roof landed. God is always watching–and he kept us safe that night. Not even a scratch on any of us, and our dogs were safe walking through the glass to get into the car.

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    • Nana says:

      Wow – glad y’all (and the dogs) were ok! Very similar story. I know I felt so weird leaving the house…like I was abandoning it! Good call on the coats – we didn’t grab those and regretted it! After the rain that night, virtually everything we left was ruined! I love hearing everyone else’s stories…helps me feel part of something bigger. And not so alone! Thanks for sharing.

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      • Jennifer Wilson says:

        Almost everything we left was ruined as well. 😦 I had called our insurance people on Saturday night and had a claim number by 9:45 pm (thank you ASI Florida!), and a meeting to meet our “temporary mitigation” specialist at 9 AM on Sunday morning. He is the guy that comes in immediately to secure the house (the tarp guy!). We met him on Sunday morning and he looked at our caved in second floor and said “I can’t tarp this, there is too much damage.” He was able to board up our first floor to keep out the looters and he and I walked the house and he managed to find my intact wallet for me! I am amazed at the items we were able to get out of the house–some of them completely unscathed like decades old christmas ornaments and momentos!

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      • Nana says:

        Sounds just like ours! Glad you found the wallet! We saved some of the appliances and electronics, but most everything else was toast. Writing contents lists has been a beast! I’ve been ready to just say forget it several times!

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