Standing in the middle of what used to be her bedroom, Barb Long tears up as she describes the moment that passed so quickly, but left so much destruction behind.
She and her husband, M.G., knew the tornado was coming, and “did the things we were supposed to do” to prepare.
Just before it hit, Barb was sitting on the couch in the basement, waiting on M.G. to join her. M.G. had just closed the kitchen door leading to the garage, had turned and taken one step down the stairs when the roof blew off the stairwell and insulation fell down into his face.