It has been one month, almost to the hour, that the storms that changed so many lives began to roll into Alabama. Almost as a sorrowful reminder, I sit typing this to the sounds of thunder and impending rain. Over the past few weeks so many others in places like Joplin, MO and parts of Oklahoma, Arkansas and Kansas have seen the devastation we in Alabama have been living with for the past month. Much has changed but much remains the same. Roads are no longer lined with trees, now just vast open sky above. Houses still have bright blue tarps across roofs and windows, trying to keep out the rain, wind and painful memories. Business remain closed, some possibly never to reopen. People have gone back to work, children are finishing school for the summer and though the evidence is still all around us life is moving forward……because it has to.
We can never get completely past the events of last month, nor should we. Those storms changed us all…permanently …deeply and forever but changed us for the better I pray. I know I am more grateful for all I have now than I was 4 weeks ago. I try to be kinder, more respectful to people because you never know if someone you are standing with in line at the grocery store has anywhere to take the items they are buying. Is there house gone? Did they loose someone that day? We are all picking up the pieces, some have heavier pieces to carry than others, but we are all broken in a way.
My heart weeps for those in Joplin and places like it that are just beginning to understand what they have been though and what it is going to take to come out the other side. I pray they can find the resolve to carry forward as so many here have begun to do. I pray for peace for them, hope and that they can feel our thoughts and prayers in the darkest of nights. They, like us in Alabama, will rebuild and recover and always remember how fragile life really is and make the most of the days we are given. Please continue to pray for everyone who has been affected. If you are able, volunteer somewhere, donate to The Red Cross or The Salvation Army or another local charity sending aid. We are all neighbors when tragedy strikes and our neighbors need our support and love, I pray you will find a way to give that of yourself.
This is a story of a friend of mine, whom I had known for 10+ years. She did not survive the storms in Pleasant Grove but her memory and legacy live on in her beautiful baby boy Tucker. God bless all and take care.
In the chaos after a tornado hit Pleasant Grove, 7 week old William Tucker Lowe was separated from his father. Minutes after we showed baby Lowe’s photo on air, he was reunited with his father, Josh Lowe. Tragically, the baby’s mother, Carrie Lowe, did not survive the storm. Josh says he will spend a lifetime telling his son about Carrie, who died a hero.