When my wife, Sari, was 9 years old, a tornado touched down in Grand Rapids, Michigan and destroyed most of her home.
Luckily she and her family were at her grandparents that evening and so weren’t there when the storm hit. But the next day, when they all drove back to the neighborhood, it was barely recognizable with many houses destroyed or badly damaged. Her great concern, at the time, were the family pets who thankfully managed to ride out the storm unscathed. But her parents must have been traumatized by the destruction they saw all around them, wondering how long it would be before everything could get back to normal and whether there were some things that would just never be the same.
