It's coming again

The day is almost upon us. Here we are, trying to decide whether to mark the day on the 25th, or on the Sunday. It will be 7 years, and I can still see Ani terrified. Still see Nate as I turned to him immediately before the tornado hit. Still feel my throat hurt as I yelled for Nate, for Ani to make a noise, for God to not take both my children.