We went to Moore, Oklahoma a few days after the first tornado in order to help my mom and dad
and their neighbors with debris clean up and repairs.
The dump trucks were a constant flow in and out of the neighborhood. The system was to haul the debris to the median, the trucks loaded it and took it away.
It was an overwhelming task. Millions of little pieces, buried deep in the wet grass and bare soil. Debris was wrapped in the shrubs and tucked beneath rose bushes. Styrofoam, insulation, roof shingles, splinters of 2 x 4’s, paper….wait…. these were book pages. Music. Photographs. Dog tags. The first discovery of something legible, made us aware that we were not just cleaning up debris, we were picking up the pieces of scattered lives. Broken hearts. Fear. And they were scattered for miles….
As we followed these trucks out-of-town the day we left, we knew they were not simply hauling trash to the dump, but rather they were burying pain, secrets, and pasts.
Be nice to people. You really never know what they may be dealing with today. ♥
Here’s to Oklahoma for keeping the faith~