When I left the Turner Corner Shoppe & Stoppe after the storm last night, I expected the post I’d be writing this morning would be about Turner Falls recovering from the worst severe weather event to hit Northeast Texas in a century. I expected it would be a story about a small town — the president’s hometown — coming together after a tragedy during a time of unprecedented national discord. Because the scene last night? Was pretty freaking apocalyptic.

I did not expect to be writing about the death of the president of the United States.

I definitely did not expect to be one of the last people to see him alive.