March-I hate/love you.

         I was on my Facebook page today. I went to look on my page, and there was a quiz on my main page. How it got there i do not know. It was a a quiz that was supposed to tell you what your most successful was is. All I had to do was click on this magic button, and it would tell me all. So my results came up. The month I got was March. MARCH! Of all months, it had to pick March.
         I don't know if this was a joke, or a slap in the face. This computer quiz did not even know me , but it was managing to push the right buttons. My hate-love for the month of March started years ago when I was only 7 years old.
        The weather was odd that day. One moment the sun was shining. And the next moment the clouds would roll in and hide the sun. There were tornado watches, and warnings on t.v.. But those are normal during that time if year. I was too young to have knew that. But i knew from watching the older ones around me that it was common. Later in the evening my dad came home. He went in the kitchen to help my mom cook dinner. Me, my brother, and my sister sat on the sofa and waited for dinner, and listened to the storm. All of a sudden our parents came running from the kitchen. And yelled for us to get in the bedroom. Years later, our parents said they were glad we all listened that time, and did all we were told. With 3 kids i guess its hard to get all 3 to do the same thing at once. So we all ran in the bedroom. Then my dad pulled the mattress over everyone's head. And then i remember "All hell breaking loose" all around us. i could hear glass shattering, and the ceiling being ripped from above our heads. After it all calmed down, and we were certain the tornado was gone, we emerged from under our "mattress shield" that may have saved our life. Or at the least prevented us from getting severely injured. We walked to the next room. I was inside, but it was raining on my head. What a weird feeling it was. All 3 kids followed as my dad looked through the house. Our bathroom was torn off. That was one of the places they tell you to hide sometimes in a storm. Luckily we did not, or i might not be here typing this right now. So once we got the clear we went outside to look for a more stable environment. I remember once we got to the porch, i did not have my shoes. I must have taken them off on the sofa to relax. My dad went back inside, and found my shoes. I then remember him lifting me over the ruble to a safe spot in our yard. That day my dad was a hero to me. We started walking down the street. I remember my mom saying it looked like the end of the world. The wind was still blowing hard. And it felt like it was going to take my breath away. We finally came to a house that was not destroyed. We stayed there for an hour or so. And then  headed down to the church down our street. People were gathered there to hide from the storm. We spent the night there. my dad left for a while after he made sure we were safe. He went with some more men from town to help people who needed help. He helped dig a few people from under their homes, including my grandmother. The next day my dad retrieved our car from our broken home. We were homeless, and spent that day in the car. It was a tough time in my life, but we all walked out alive. That was all that was important to me. Things can always be replaced.
       Then as time went on that became a distant memory. March later turned into a time were the weather started to become warmer and prettier. Hence the love part of my hate-love part of March. But then 8 years ago it would turn into a darker month again.
       In March 2008, my father passed away. The worst day of my life. The day my heart was torn out of chest, and stomped on a million times. March was no longer my friend. It was no longer the happy, sunny month I looked forward too. It was now a cloudy, dark month. The kind of month that is the setting of a really dark movie.
      Then in March 2009, it got even darker. My father in law passed away. So another reason to not like the month of March.
       So here it is 7 years later. And a quiz is telling me "March is GOOOOD". I have never been one to believe everything i read. But this quiz confirmed it even more.

AboutMe

Hi, my name is Susan. For as long as i can remember i have loved to write. My first memory of writing was in elementary school. I would fold pages over, and make a make shift book. It was my dream. To be a famous writer, and travel the world. I imagined going to different places. I would people who enjoyed writing what i wrote as much as i loved writing it. As i got older, my dream got deferred some. But in high school i picked back up with my writing some more. I was on the newspaper staff. I really enjoyed it. In college i got a few poems published. I was so proud of myself. So here i am now years later starting to write again. I love writing. It also help me destress. Since i love venting to people, i can now vent through my blog too. I may not be that old. But i have had stuff happen in my life that would make a 90 year old shudder. I have have a mind that never stops thinking. So i have loads to blog about. Please follow my blog. I will try to keep you entertained.