An explosion lives in my soul right now.
I grew up in San Bruno. Went to school. Played sports. Had Homecoming and Prom in high school. Walked to the 7-11. Slid down the hills on cardboard boxes. Had my first kiss behind the junior high school. Walked the trails by Skyline. Learned to drive on those streets. Drank beer at Crestmore High School. Dislocated my wrist on the tree swing up in the big eucalyptus trees...
How do I explain everything I did as I grew up? How?
My parents live there. One mile away from the explosion. I still live nearby.
I have relatives on the very street where the explosion occurred. Terrifying.
I have other family in San Bruno still and many, many friends.
Having just had my high school reunion, there has been a bond recreated. And for all of its drama and immaturity, Facebook allowed me to connect with many of my friends immediately, and get updates as to their homes and those of their parents and siblings. Some were lucky; some were not.
As the stories come in of the deaths, I can't hold back the tears. Every time I think of this tragedy, I am nauseated.
Please, if any of you are in a position to donate to this special, special town, please do what you can.
If you pray, please do.
If you simply want to know that this place isn't just some random town to everyone, please know that.
Because it's not just some random town to me...
San Bruno is my hometown.
~so very sad~