Sunday evening the tornado sirens sounded the alarm. We have become a little lax in ducking for cover and watched the TV reports instead. The bad weather missed us, but left a deadly path of destruction about ten miles north. Today my friend, Barb, called with a welfare check on us. Her home town of St. Peter, Minnesota suffered severe damage ten years ago when an F3 tornado struck in March. Barb has expressed interest in moving back to Minnesota when they both are retired. She has some reluctance because of the tornadoes. On one of her last visits to Minnesota in the summer, they had to seek shelter when a twister swept close to St. Peter again.
That is probably why she called to make sure we were okay.
A two year old boy was killed when the twister demolished his home. That is the saddest of stories. Everyone's heart went out to that family. I just received an email from my uncle telling me they are related to us. The child was the grandson of one of my mom's first cousins. Keep them in your prayers.
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