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I know I never blog anymore.  It's just that I'm a busy mom these days with an ordinary life.  It's hard to make the ordinary extraordinary enough to make people want to come back and read.  I won't make empty promises that I'll be a back regularly, because it probably won't happen, but can't say I won't go through phases of blogging.  I do miss it, but like I said, I have a small and ordinary (albeit happy) life and it's difficult to decipher what might make interesting reading.  That said, today I have something to say.
I know someone in the Oklahoma City area.  Someone I care about, but am not in close contact with. Yesterday morning, my husband text me telling me to put on the news (knowing with my son home sick from school, I would probably be tuned into some kids channel).  He told me there was a tornado and that the news was saying 100 dead.  I thanked him for letting me know and ran for the computer that was out of my son's view.  My heart dropped when I saw the images and read the first reports that said there were over 100 dead.  I looked at the clock and knew with a six hour time difference, I'd have to wait quite a while to get a reply from an email, but I wrote one anyway.  I knew it could be quite possible that cell phone and internet service might not be available, but I sent it because it was all I could do.
Throughout the day, I tried not to watch the news too much, but switched it on when ever my son was distracted with other things.  I checked my email every hour or so hitting refresh each time just to double check.  Refresh is not a magic button, but it was all I had.
Throughout the day I watched the death toll drop, but with seeing the devastation of the area, this gave me little comfort.  People died.  Children died.  Lives were destroyed.  It was an awful thing to see never mind witness.
I stayed up later than I should have hoping to get word before going to bed (all the while knowing that as we're not in close contact, I would probably be closer to the bottom of the list of people to get in touch with and yet I continued to hit refresh).  I checked the news again one more time before turning in, hit refresh one last time and went to bed feeling dismayed and wondering how long I'd have to wait.
This morning when I went to hit snooze on the alarm on my phone, I saw the icon letting me know I had an email.  I turned off the alarm and hit the icon.  He is okay.  I am not a religious person, but I have to admit  I said a little prayer of thanks.

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