I came to, and freed myself from the rubble. Instantly I called for my mother.

“Mom!” I cried.
“Joseph!” I heard, faint and distant but very much alive.

Others were not so lucky. As I made my way over to find my mother I stumbled over bodies and people who were still alive but could not be saved. The once grand ballroom was now destroyed, the chandeliers now rested on the floor warped and sparking, small fires burned about the room. A breeze whipped through the room as the massive windows were shattered.

I found my mother now just freeing herself from underneath the debris and rubble that covered the room.
“What happened?” I asked squinting my eyes from the wind.
“I don’t know honey, I don’t know.” she replied while looking in disbelief at the room.
“Where’s dad?” I asked nervously.
“Mark!” she called.
“Mark!” she screamed again, tears forming in her eyes.

She began to search and claw her way searching for him. Before long she found a lifeless hand exposed from the rubble with their wedding ring on it.