Carol and I were so sure we were going to die in that storm. We were never in anything like it before and hope to never be again. I am only sore from my injuries and very stressed out. Carol is still upset, too, but may get out of the hospital (later Tuesday), so I feel we were both very lucky.

The windows were blowing out, and something hit me in the head. I thought I was going to lose consciousness and began to lose my grip on Carol?s hand. All I could think of was Thurman had told me to hold on to her, so I got a firmer grip on her hand, and then it seemed our world began to spin like a top. It was just an awful feeling.

We were in the bedroom, and I was on the phone with Thurman, and the lights went out and the phone went dead.

A stray dog, I might understand," she said. "But this? You are too softhearted."
No, Mabry," Ravus said. "I am not." He looked in Val's direction. "I think she wants to die."
Maybe you can help her after all," Mabry said. "You're good at helping people die.

Because as soon as you have a kid, you know for sure that you're going to die. ~Christine

We might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain