In recent weeks I have avoided thinking about April 27 and the ways in which the lives of so many have been changed forever. I have yet to cry over what I've seen...the stories I've heard both firsthand and through others. Today we drove down a few of the hardest hit streets, mere blocks from home, and what I saw stunned me all over again. I felt that little hitch come into my throat...the one that tells me a major blubber fest is about to come on, but again nothing came. I think I'm overwhelmed by the enormity of it which I could never describe to you here or in pictures. I wish I could drive every last one of you around and just say "see what I meant?!". The first word that comes to mind when I see mile after mile of mountainside slayed to the ground is "monster". It feels like some sort of other-wordly monster invaded such a random and innocent part of our world. Even though I've seen the buildings that gape open and the cars that are crushed, it's a jolt every time I come across the scenes again.