Walking back to the home I once knew, was pointless, all that’s left, is pieces of a broken home, and memories i can never get back. I stare at what was once our home, and the tears start flowing.

“It’ll be okay.” He says, rubbing my shoulder, looking over at the mess. “We can clean this up, it’ll be fine.” He was always such an optimist.

“Not this time.” I say, releasing at little sob.

“Too much has been broken.”

“That’s not true, I’m here aren’t I?” He lets out a little smile, this was supposed to be our home. The home we raised our kids, and they raised theirs. This was supposed to be the start of the rest of our lives. I sit at the top of the hill,

looking down at our broken home, and let out a sob. He sits beside me in the wet grass, and placed his head on my shoulder. “I love you. and I promise you it’ll be okay.”

“I love you too.”

He looks over at me, and grabs my left hand, the wedding rings still rested on my finger. He lets out a small smile.

I look back out onto where our home was going to be, and the sun starts to shine. I frown, what kind of cruel joke is the world playing on me?

Suddenly, a hand is on my shoulder, and I look up at the police officer, he lets out a small, sad smile.

“Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask you to leave now.” He says, and I look back out onto my broken home, and I sigh,

“I can’t.”

“Ma’am you’re scaring the residents by watching them over the hill.”

“I promise I don’t mean to, but today was supposed to be our third anniversary, can I sit here a little longer?” The police officer sighs, and he nods.

“Take as much time as you need.”

He then sits beside me, where he was at.

“Sometimes, disasters happen, but you can’t let it consume you.” The police officer said after awhile. I look over at him, and see him smiling at the horizon.

“It’s been two years, but it still hurts as if it was yesterday.” The officer chuckles,

“Sometimes, healing is the hardest part.”

“Sometimes I think i’m not going to heal.”

“You will. Eventually.”

“But if I don’t?”

“Sometimes, things happen, that tornado, the one that had taken your husband, saved me.” He says, and looking at me.

“What do you mean?”

“I was at the edge of my rope, and when the news of the tornado touched ground, I became scared for all of my family, and that’s when I realized that I’d make them feel that exact way, I don’t wanna be a tornado, do you?”

He looked over back at the horizon, and I knew what he was asking, do I want to be the disaster that hurts so many people?

“No.”

“Then you’ll heal. Eventually.”

I give him a small smile, and rest my eyes back towards the horizon, embracing its beauty for the first time since the disaster.