Maybe it's a good thing I don't remember the funeral or most of the events leading up to it ..

All I know is this: the very world I knew was rocked in a way I couldn't even begin to imagine.  In one fell swoop, a tornado sucked my family out of my life and now my life will never be the same ever again.

My mom, dad, baby brother, and younger sister were killed when the house collapsed in and on them when tornado-driven winds came screaming through our community.  I escaped, but barely: rescue workers found me in the rubble, alive, just barely clinging to life.  I was badly injured.

I just got out of the hospital the other day; the funeral was yesterday, but I ddin't go.  My uncle Kenny and his wife, Penny, stayed to take care of me while Granny and Grandpa went to the funeral.  I wanted to go, but I knew I wasn't in any shape to attend.  I know if I saw the caskets of my family members, I would have probably fallen completely apart.

I'm now gonna  have to learn to live life without Mom, Daddy, Benjamin (2), and Kry (Krystal; 6).  I'm gonna have to learn to live with my grandparents and accept the fact that my family isn't ever coming back; they're now in Heaven, with Jesus.  

The pain in my heart is great; it will probably remain so for quite a long while.  I will probably never get over what has happened.  Maybe in time, I will, but I highly doubt it.  You don't get over something like losing your entire family in one fell swoop overnight; it's gonna take months, maybe even years.

All I can do right now is cry when I think about what has happened.  Uncle Kenny and Aunt Penny are trying their best to comfort me, but it isn't helping any.  All I can think about is my family and the tornado, and it's enough to bring on a new rush of tears and unspeakable grief.

I don't know what's gonna happen to me or to my grandparents ... dear God, I am so scared .... help me ....