As of Tuesday, more than 230 individuals across six different states have tragically lost their lives due to Hurricane Helene, with hundreds still unaccounted for.
Among those who perished are twin brothers Khyzier and Khazmir Williams, who are thought to be the youngest victims of the hurricane. The five-week-old twins, along with their mother Kobe Williams, died when a tree fell onto their mobile home in Thomson, Georgia.
Nobody was really taking the storm seriously,” said Mary Jones, the boys’ grandmother and Kobe Williams’ mother, during an interview with Today.com. “But then it hit, and the wind was so loud. When the power went out, Kobe got really frightened. She was so worried about the babies.”
Jones and her daughter spent the entire night listening to the storm as it tore through the outside of their home. Around 5:15 a.m., Jones fed Khyzier to let her daughter get some rest, though Kobe couldn’t sleep because of how terrified she was.
Jones eventually dozed off, while her daughter stayed awake. Less than an hour later, Jones was startled awake by a “strange shushing” sound, quickly followed by an eerie stillness.
When she went to investigate, she discovered that a tree had come crashing through her daughter’s room.
“I started shouting, ‘Kobe! Please answer me! Say something!’ It was so dark, and all I could see were the tree branches.”
When she went to investigate, she discovered that a tree had come crashing through her daughter’s room.
“I started shouting, ‘Kobe! Please answer me! Say something!’ It was so dark, and all I could see were the tree branches.”
She was cradling the babies in her arms when the tree struck her head. She was trying to shield them,” recalled Markeya Jones, her granddaughter.
Hurricane Helene has become the deadliest hurricane to strike the mainland United States since Hurricane Katrina in 2005.
As the cleanup efforts continue, many in the southeastern region are preparing for what could be another record-setting storm, as Hurricane Milton heads toward the Tampa Bay area.
I am at a loss for words regarding the sheer level of destruction that Hurricane Helene has left behind. It breaks my heart to see how many families and livelihoods were shattered in a matter of moments.
BRIDE KICKS HOMELESS MAN OUT OF HER WEDDING UNTIL HE STARTS SINGING A SONG THAT ONLY SHE & HER DAD KNEW.
The ballroom shimmered, a testament to months of meticulous planning. Crystalline chandeliers cast a warm glow on tables laden with floral arrangements, each bloom a perfect testament to the bride’s vision. Jessica, radiant in her designer gown, felt a thrill course through her. This was it. The wedding of the century.
But as the guests began to arrive, a wrinkle appeared in the otherwise flawless tapestry of her day. A security guard approached her, his face a mask of polite concern. “Ma’am, there’s an elderly gentleman at the entrance. He insists on seeing you, but… well, he doesn’t quite meet the dress code. And, if I may be frank, he seems… unkempt.”
Jessica sighed. Of all the days for a complication. “I don’t know any elderly gentlemen,” she said, her voice laced with annoyance. “Please, just have him removed. I don’t want anything to disrupt the reception.”
The security guard nodded and turned to leave. Jessica watched as he approached the entrance, her eyes narrowing as she spotted the man in question. He was old, his clothes worn and patched, his hair a tangled mess. He looked, frankly, like a homeless man. A wave of disgust washed over her. She couldn’t have that at her wedding.
“Please, take him away before my guests smell that stench,” she instructed, her voice clipped.
The old man tried to speak, to explain, but the security guards, ever efficient, quickly escorted him away. Jessica dismissed the incident, focusing once more on the festivities.
Later, as the band took a break and the guests mingled, a hush fell over the room. A lone figure had taken the stage. It was the old man, the one she had dismissed so readily. He held a microphone, his posture surprisingly dignified. Before Jessica could react, he began to sing.
The melody was haunting, melancholic, and achingly familiar. It was a song her father used to sing to her, a song he had written himself. A song only she and he knew. He had sung it to her just weeks before he died, when she was seven years old, a song about a little girl and her dreams.
Jessica froze. The blood drained from her face. The room seemed to fade away, replaced by the memory of her father’s warm smile and the sound of his gentle voice singing that very song. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision.
As the last note faded, the old man lowered the microphone and stepped towards her. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes, surprisingly clear and intelligent, fixed on hers.
“Hello, Jessica,” he said, his voice raspy but kind.
Jessica couldn’t speak. She could only stare at him, her mind reeling.
“I know it’s been a long time,” he continued. “I’m… I’m your grandfather.”
The room gasped. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Jessica’s mind raced, trying to reconcile the image of the disheveled old man with the grandfather she barely remembered. Her father had spoken of him occasionally, a man who had left their family when Jessica was a baby. A man she had thought was dead.
“Your father… he loved this song,” the old man said, his voice thick with emotion. “He sang it to you every night. He told me… he told me to sing it for you on your wedding day.”
Jessica’s tears flowed freely now, a mixture of grief and disbelief. She had never known her grandfather, had never even thought about him. And yet, here he was, on her wedding day, brought to her by a song from her father, a song that unlocked a flood of memories she hadn’t realized she had.
She rushed forward, throwing her arms around him. He was thin, frail, but his embrace was warm and strong. “Grandpa,” she whispered, her voice choked with tears.
The wedding of the century had taken an unexpected turn. It wasn’t just a celebration of her union with her fiancé; it was a reunion, a rediscovery of a lost part of her family. The old man, the one she had dismissed as a vagrant, had brought her a gift more precious than any diamond, a connection to her past, a reminder of the love that had shaped her. And as she stood there, in the arms of her grandfather, surrounded by the whispers of her guests, Jessica knew that this was the most meaningful, most unforgettable moment of her life.
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