We had to be strong for them. We sat and held hands and prayed. We prayed out loud as a family but that night was the loudest I have ever prayed. My entire being was praying as loud as I could.
I kept in touch with my sister who seemed to have been more worried than I was . . . then we heard a crashing sound. Robert ran back to the bedroom from the kitchen to ensure we were safe. We looked around and noticed that the window in my daughter’s room was broken. A piece of wood had broken the top part of it. Taking a small piece of plywood, we tried putting it there to secure the rest of the window but to no avail. So we left the room and closed the door hoping that no further damage would come to it.
The winds continued to grow in strength and with every sound we heard Robert got more jumpy for fear of losing our roof. “Please don’t let our roof go Lord, please protect us and watch over us” he uttered. I held his hands to provide some comfort but felt his tight grip with every twig that touched the roof and every moment that he panicked my little fingers were in pain.
Then midnight came. And by that time the children were asleep and there seemed to have been yet another calm and Robert tried to take a quick nap. But the winds came even stronger than before and then another crashing sound. Walking again on the wet floor we went out of the room to see what had happened. We found that a small part of the ceiling in the living room had given up and was on the sofa. “Babe we lost our roof” Robert said to me with a hint of fear and worry in his voice. Not convinced that we did, I lit up the flashlight on my phone and directed it to where the ceiling had fallen off “but the galvanize is still there” I said to him. In an almost excited way he came quickly to look at it and with relief in his voice “oh ok good, that means we still ok”. We went back into the bedroom and Robert decided to get some rest, but I could not sleep. My eyes closed twice for about ten minutes and that’s all the sleep I got that night.
It was now 2a.m and that’s when all lines of communication went down and we were alone. No contact with anyone .. and the winds kept on with a vengeance and it sounded like screaming through the window. I prayed for the night to end but it kept on. It was the longest night I had ever experienced. One hour felt like three and 2a.m seemed to have been stuck and I felt like we were frozen in time.
3a.m finally came, after what seemed to have been hours later than 2a.m and the winds seemed to have lost some strength – still strong but I could hear the decrease in its speed. But sleep could not find me. I had been too nervous to think about sleep, I just wanted the night to be over. It was 4a.m and I heard the howling again and could not hold back the tears…
“Why isn’t it stopping?” I asked with my voice cracking “when will it end?”
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Until Next Time Lovies