This Time? It Hit Indiana

And they were devastating....again.
The three main stories to come out of this disaster were as follows....
An infant baby girl, 18 months old, was found 10 MILES FROM HER HOME, in an open field, still alive. Unbelievable...and it gave such hope and joy to all of us who recognized for the miracle that it was. But it didn't last long as three days later, she was taken off life support and died from her extensive injuries.
My heart broke. The rest of her family had already all been found...dead.
The second story...
A mother of two children heard the noise of the tornado coming, grabbed her kids and ran to the basement of her home where she only had time to cover them with her body before the tornado completely ripped her brand new BEAUTIFUL dream home to smitherines...she lay on top of the two children who escaped with not a single scratch to their bodies. Their mother lost both her legs; one from the knee down and the other just below the ankle. The father had been out of town.
The third headline read: 'Seven year old boy thrown 300 yards from his bed onto the nearby highway'. And he lived. The picture was of the cutest African American boy laying in a hospital bed with bandages from head to toe. His family surrounded him with tears on his mothers face.

There are more stories and more deaths. I don't even know the total death toll as of date, but I know it's a lot. I shake my head a lot at the thought of some of those families literally losing EVERYTHING they had...including their loved ones. Not just clothes, not just things, but their loved ones.
It has been a difficult week.