When the tornado ripped through Tuscaloosa, Pleasant Grove and Cullman, AL it took down my grandparents house as well. When I went out to help out, I was expecting the worst and that is exactly what I found. Their house is no longer there and the only foundation that is recognizable is the square that used to be the front porch area to knock and ring the door bell. All I could do for the first moments I was there was to take it all in, and shed tears of thankfulness that I was able to turn around and see my grandparents standing in the road with me.
I have posted some pictures to facebook that I took while there of their "house" and it is devastating and unrecognizable. There are piles and piles of wood, dry wall, and brick. Luckily we were and are continuing to find valuables such as jewelry, and photos that hold in them precious memories.
More than anything, I am thankful that underneath all of the brick and cinderblock my grandparents came out barely touched. Sure they were banged up a bit, but nothing was broken and they were alive. Miracles really do happen and my grandparents' lives are one of those miracles.
God is good and will continue to do great things. Trust in him.
Live and love,
Reagan