- Joined
- Jul 26, 2003
Back in 1955 we were on our way home from visiting my parents. It was near Downs, KS. My 13 year old brother was with us. I kept noticing a hazy streak in the stormy sky from sky clear down to earth. It was quite a while before I realized it was a tornado. It was following the road right towards us. My little brother started screaming "It's coming right for us, etc.". I had to tell him to shut up before he scared my 1, 3, & 5 year olds even more. We stopped but there was nowhere to pull off. Not even much of a shoulder. Just a few feet before it got to us it veered off into a field. Don't tell me there is no God! It was a fairly small tornado but big enough it had taken roofs off buildings.
My little brother took his own life at age 25 and I don't think I will ever recover from that. His birthday would have been last Sunday.
My little brother took his own life at age 25 and I don't think I will ever recover from that. His birthday would have been last Sunday.