The morning began with an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach, unsure of what we would see thirty miles down the road. Anxieties built up as attempting to imagine the destruction is impossible to do. This was followed by fear of what the social climate was like from those who had lost everything. An hour was spent walking. Just walking. Taking in the destruction caused by the tornado.
There are degrees of separation between what one can understand about experiencing the tornado. The feeling of loss felt by those who lost loved ones, friends, pets, everything. The feeling of helplessness being inside your house with the walls being torn away around you and the only thing left standing is a bathroom and a bookcase. The feeling of sorrow walking down the damaged streets. The feeling of compassion felt by those who helped Mayfield in any way they could.