A good friend died Wednesday night. I hadn't talked to him in a few years, but we were best friends for a while when we were little. We were planning to get married when we were five, but he said that he was going to be a fireman, and he knew I wouldn't want a fire truck parked in the driveway all the time. So he broke it off. :) It's hit all of us really hard, but I have many fond, funny memories to hold onto.
After finding out about that Thursday morning, we came home Thursday night and had our subdivision surrounded by tornadoes. It was strange the way the death made me view the tornadoes. There was a total lack of fear, because it seemed impossible for two really bad things to happen in one day. Luckily, we didn't have any damage, other than being without power for the night, but we drove around this afternoon and looked at the destruction. The little airport about a mile from our house had hangars flattened and planes destroyed. We saw huge trees uprooted and thrown around. It was a strange kind of metaphor for what the day had already brought.
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I think that I myself view tornadoes in a calm rational manner, maybe that is because we are looking with eyes of faith rather than with "ignorance". We understand what is to come and we welcome it.
That however does not mean that we are obsessed with death, just a little more accepting of it.
Death is not the end, but a waiting period for future joyous events.
Does that make sense? Or do I sound like I'm babbling?
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