A 27-year-old woman had made a final promise to her father to protect her newborn twins from Hurricane Helene’s devastation. She sought refuge in her house with her sons, hoping they’d stay safe, but fate had other plans.
As Hurricane Helene swept through Georgia, it left a trail of destruction and claimed the lives of 33 people. Among them were one-month-old twin boys and their mother, Kobe Williams.
The twins, Khyzier and Khazmir, are the youngest known victims of Hurricane Helene, which had already caused significant devastation across the southeastern United States. Their deaths have become a heartbreaking reminder of the storm’s catastrophic force.
Obie Williams, Kobe’s father, had spoken with his daughter just moments before tragedy struck. As the storm bore down on her home in Thomson, Georgia, Kobe reassured her father that she would follow his advice and take shelter in the bathroom with her infants.
She hoped it would be enough to protect them from the worst of the storm’s wrath. What followed would change the family’s life forever.
Kobe used to call her father daily, but that call was filled with concern on the day of the storm. Obie could hear the winds howling outside his daughter’s trailer and the branches of trees hitting the windows.
The storm had already caused massive destruction, but Kobe promised she’d follow his advice and stay with her babies in the bathroom.
After the call ended, Obie tried to reach out again a few minutes later, but Kobe didn’t answer. That’s when the family realized something was wrong.
It wasn’t until later that day that one of Kobe’s brothers managed to make his way to her home. He had to deal with fallen trees and downed power lines scattered across the roads.
What he found when he arrived was too devastating to put into words. A large tree had crashed through the roof of Kobe’s trailer, landing directly where she had sought shelter with her sons. The impact had crushed Kobe, who then fell on top of her babies. None of them survived.
In an instant, the storm had torn through the Williams family’s lives, leaving them devastated by the loss.
“I’d seen pictures when they were born and pictures every day since, but I hadn’t made it out there yet to meet them,” Obie spoke about his grandsons. “Now I’ll never get to meet my grandsons. It’s devastating.”
Hurricane Helene had already left a wake of destruction as it tore across Florida and continued into Georgia. By the time it reached Thomson, it had grown into a monstrous storm, with strong winds and torrential rain overwhelming the region.
According to Obie, Kobe had told the family that evacuating with her one-month-old babies wasn’t an option. Instead, she stayed in her trailer, hoping she and her babies would stay safe.
But Helene proved too powerful. The storm claimed more than 200 lives across Florida, Georgia, Tennessee, Virginia, and the Carolinas, leaving families devastated and communities torn apart.
Kobe, described by her father as strong, social, and always with a smile, had been well-loved by those who knew her.
Her dream of becoming a nursing assistant had been put on hold when she gave birth to her twins on August 20, but she was determined to continue her education. Now, those dreams have been cruelly cut short.
Obie and his family lived in Augusta, just 30 miles away from Kobe’s home. They found themselves trapped in the neighborhood for over a day after the storm caused devastation. The power lines were downed, utility poles cracked, and fallen trees and debris blocked roads.
As the Williams family prepares for the funeral, the weight of the loss is overwhelming. “That was my baby,” Obie said while talking about his daughter. “And everybody loved her.”
News of Kobe Williams and her twin sons’ tragic deaths has spread across social media, reaching countless people who have expressed their heartbreak over the loss.
Many netizens have shared their grief, reflecting on the devastating circumstances and offering prayers and support to the grieving family.
One commenter shared her raw emotion upon learning of the tragedy, “When I first heard of the deaths of this mom and her infants I broke down and cried!! We all know she was so very scared and was physically protecting her babies! She and her babies are now in the arms of Jesus! Prayers for all of her family as they deal with this loss! ”
Another mother expressed her sorrow, “This is heartbreaking. I can only imagine her panic as a mother myself. Being born and raised with our Texas crazy weather, I have always stayed awake during bad storms because I fear tornados and such.”
A third commenter echoed the sadness felt by many, writing, “That was very hard to read That poor family. That mama and her babies. Gosh why good people?!”
Hurricane Helene now ranks as one of the deadliest storms to strike the U.S. mainland in the last 70 years, becoming the most lethal storm since Hurricane Katrina in 2005.
A week earlier, Helene had made landfall near Perry, Florida, as a powerful Category 4 hurricane with sustained winds of around 140 mph. While its winds weakened as it moved inland, the storm’s torrential rainfall overwhelmed much of the Southeast, affecting an area over 500 miles wide.
As officials evaluate the full scale of destruction, emergency responders have been dispatched to aid the most severely affected and isolated regions. Meanwhile, relief funds are being set up to support the victims.
Authorities have cautioned against sending unsolicited donations or attempting to travel to the disaster zones, urging people to contribute through coordinated channels.
Scroll down to read about another woman who lost her life due to Hurricane Helene.
Hurricane Helene Casualty: School Teacher Set to Retire Dies, Chilling Last Moments Revealed
The death of a beloved teacher who lost her life as a result of Hurricane Helene has shaken the public to its core. Hurricane Helene wreaked havoc across U.S. states, making relief efforts challenging.
Donna Fagersten was just a few days shy of retiring when the second-grade teacher lost her life after her hometown of Indian Rocks Beach, Florida, was hit by Hurricane Helene. She was 66 and worked at Ponce De Leon Elementary School in Pinellas County — the barrier island that, reports say, was one of the areas hit hardest by the storm.
Fagersten’s close friends, Mike Moran and Heather Anne Boles, who revealed that the deceased educator had taught for 35 years, provided more context regarding how she died.
The late educator, who had a deep love for teaching children, her two sons, and her cat, lived across the street from Boles’ mom on the water.
Coming up with a safety plan as quickly as they could, Boles, who revealed how her family ended up losing all their possessions due to flooding, and Moran decided to evacuate their home immediately.
“The water came up so fast. It maybe had 10 minutes, if that,” she explained of how fast floodwaters continued to rise on Thursday evening, September 26.
Deciding to ride the storm out with Fagersten at Boles’ mother’s house, Boles, Moran, and their dearly missed friend rushed to their destination, going up to the third floor of the home. However, Fagersten then made a decision that ended up costing her her life.
“[When] it started to calm down, Donna wanted to go over and check on her cat,” revealed Boles. After she left and dangerous levels of storm surge plowed the coastline, a neighbor ran upstairs to alert Boles and Moran that he had seen someone floating in the parking garage. This person was Fagersten.
“[So] they pulled her up to the stairs, and Heather and Wayne started CPR,” recounted Moran of the life-changing moment. The group tried administering CPR for almost an hour before they realized Fagersten’s life could not be saved. At this point, the floodwaters were so high that fire rescue personnel had to come to them by boat.
Naturally, losing someone as close to them as Fagersten was has been devastating to reconcile. Her death is especially heartbreaking because Boles said Fagersten was such an integral part of their community.
I Came Home to My Husband and His Ex Digging My Garden – What They Hid Years Ago Made Me Pale
Margaret never expected to come home to find her husband, Martin, frantically digging up their beautiful garden alongside his ex-wife. Their hushed whispers and dirt-stained hands hinted at long-buried secrets. Upon confrontation, Margaret realized Martin wasn’t as perfect as she thought.
I’ve heard of men cheating on their wives with their colleagues, friends, and even exes, but I never thought I’d be forced to think like that about my husband, Martin. I always thought he was the perfect man I could’ve asked for.
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We met through a mutual friend two years ago, right after I’d broken up with my ex-boyfriend of five years. I was at my lowest… heartbroken, insecure, and questioning everything about myself.
That’s when Martin came into my life, like a breath of fresh air.
From the moment we met, he was nothing but kind and attentive. He’d listen to me ramble about my day for hours, never once checking his phone or looking bored.
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What really won my heart was how he showed up at my doorstep with homemade chicken soup and my favorite rom-com movies downloaded on his laptop.
“Everyone needs a little TLC when they’re sick,” he said with a warm smile.
This is it, I thought. This is the man I’ve been waiting for all my life.
One of the things that endeared Martin to me was his cute little quirk. He’d stammer when he got nervous or stressed, and I found it absolutely adorable.
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There was this one time, about a month into our relationship, when he was taking me out to this fancy Italian restaurant for our “monthiversary” (yes, we celebrated those back then).
Martin was all dressed up, telling me about this new accounting software his firm was implementing, getting all excited and animated.
“It’s going to revolutionize how we handle client data,” he said, waving his fork around for emphasis. Suddenly, the fork slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor and splattering tomato sauce all over his shirt.
His face turned red in an instant.
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“I-I-I’m so s-sorry,” he stammered, looking mortified. “I d-didn’t m-mean to… Oh g-god, what a m-mess.”
I couldn’t help but find his flustered state endearing. I reached across the table and took his hand.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I said softly. “These things happen. Besides, red is totally your color.”
That got a chuckle out of him, and soon we were laughing about it. Later, over tiramisu, he admitted that he tended to stammer when stressed or embarrassed.
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As our relationship progressed, Martin opened up more about his past, particularly about his ex-wife, Janet.
“She was always after more,” he’d say, shaking his head. “More money, more things, more status. Nothing was ever enough.”
According to Martin, their marriage had crumbled under the weight of Janet’s insatiable greed. He told me stories of maxed-out credit cards, arguments over designer clothes, and tantrums thrown when they couldn’t afford lavish vacations.
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“That’s why we broke up,” he explained one night as we cuddled on the couch. “I just couldn’t keep up with her demands anymore. It was like I was drowning, and she kept pushing my head underwater.”
How could anyone treat such a wonderful man so poorly? I thought.
That day, I vowed that I would never be like that. I would appreciate Martin for who he was, not what he could give me.
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When Martin proposed a year into our relationship, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. Our wedding was small but beautiful, and it was the best day of my life.
Fast forward to last Tuesday. I had just spent the weekend at my mother’s place and was looking forward to getting home. I decided to surprise Martin with his favorite lasagna for dinner.
However, as I pulled into our driveway, I saw something that made me slam on the brakes too hard.
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There, in our front yard, were two people digging up my beloved garden. And not just any two people. It was Martin and a woman I recognized from photos as Janet, his ex-wife.
I sat in the car for a moment, blinking rapidly, wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on me. But no, they were there, digging up all the flowers I had worked so hard to grow.
What was Janet doing here? Why was she with Martin? And why on earth were they destroying my garden?
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At that point, I got out of the car and marched over to them.
“What’s going on here?” I demanded, my voice trembling with anger.
Martin’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. “M-M-Margaret!” he exclaimed, dropping the shovel with a clang. “Y-you’re h-home e-early.”
He’s stammering, I thought.
At that moment, all my worst fears came rushing in. Martin only stammered when he was truly stressed or nervous. But why? What was he hiding?
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My mind raced with possibilities. Was he cheating on me with Janet? Had they never really broken up? Or was it something even more sinister? Why else would they be digging up our yard in secret?
“W-we were just…” he started, but Janet cut him off.
“Oh, you didn’t tell her?” she began. “Love, she DESERVES to know that 10 years ago we buried a time capsule.”
“A time capsule?” I repeated numbly.
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“Yes, we buried one when we were still together. When we lived here,” she revealed, gesturing to a muddy metal box near her feet. “We always planned to dig it up someday.”
Martin nodded, looking sheepish. “Y-yeah. We, uh, we thought it would be fun to look back on our memories.”
“Your memories,” I echoed. “So, you decided to destroy my garden for your little trip down memory lane?”
“I-I’m sorry,” Martin stammered. “I d-didn’t think—”
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“No, you didn’t think,” I snapped before storming into the house.
Inside, I paced the living room, trying to process what had just happened. How could Martin do this? How could he keep this secret from me? And how dare he prioritize his past with Janet over our life together?
I heard the front door open and close, followed by hushed voices in the hallway. Then Martin called out, “Margaret? Can we talk?”
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I took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway. Martin and Janet were standing there with the muddy time capsule between them.
“What’s there to talk about?” I asked coldly.
“Please, let us explain,” Martin pleaded. “It’s not what you think.”
Janet nodded. “We just wanted to reminisce a bit. There’s nothing —”
I held up a hand, cutting her off.
“You know what? Fine. Go ahead. Reminisce. Dig up your past. I’ll be outside.”
A woman talking to her husband’s ex-wife | Source: Midjourney
I brushed past them and went outside. As I looked at the mess they had made of my garden, an idea formed in my mind.
So, I started gathering wood for a bonfire. By the time I had a good blaze going on, the sun had almost set. I could hear Martin and Janet in the kitchen, laughing over something they’d found in the time capsule.
“Hey,” I called out. “Why don’t you guys bring that stuff out here? We could have a nice little bonfire.”
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A few minutes later, they joined me outside, and Martin put the time capsule on the ground.
“This is nice,” he smiled.
I nodded and reached into the box to grab a handful of its contents. I had a few old photos and letters in my hand.
“Margaret, what are you —” Martin started, but his words died in his throat as I tossed everything into the fire.
“What are you doing?” Janet demanded.
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“Burnt bridges should stay burnt, don’t you think?” I said firmly. “It’s time to focus less on the past and more on the future we’re supposed to be building together, Martin.”
I watched as the flames consumed their memories, thinking this wasn’t how I imagined our life together. However, it also gave me hope that maybe we could build something new from here. Something honest and real.
Looking at Martin, I also realized he wasn’t the perfect man I thought I’d married. He was just as flawed as the rest of us.
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Suddenly, Janet broke the silence.
“I think I should go,” she said, backing away from the fire. Neither Martin nor I tried to stop her as she hurried out of the yard.
Once we were alone, Martin turned to me with tears in his eyes.
“Margaret, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I never meant to hurt you. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you about the time capsule.”
I took a deep breath, “Did you think I wouldn’t understand?”
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“I was afraid,” he admitted. “Afraid you’d think I still had feelings for Janet, afraid you’d be upset about the garden. I thought if I could just dig it up quickly while you were away, it would be over and done with. But I guess I was wrong. I messed up, big time. Can you ever forgive me?”
“I don’t know, Martin,” I said honestly, staring at the fire. “You’ve broken my trust. That’s not something that can be fixed overnight.”
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“We have a lot to talk about, and a lot to work through,” I continued. “But not tonight. Tonight, I need some space.”
“Of course,” Martin nodded. “I’ll… I’ll sleep on the couch.”
As he returned to the house, I remained by the fire, watching it slowly die down.
The garden needs to be replanted, I thought. New seeds, new soil, new life. Maybe our relationship could be the same way.
Only time would tell which path we’d choose. But one thing was certain, my thoughts regarding Martin would never be the same again.
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What would you have done if you were in my place?
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