A predictable blog tonight perhaps, but I wanted to at least mention Christchurch. As I have mentioned before, I grew up there, and today’s destructive aftershocks have started the journey all over again for the poor people living there. For the 3rd time in less than a year, their lives have been disrupted by mother nature and their nerves shaken once again. I find it hard enough when I hear that is has happened, I can’t even begin to imagine what it feels like to be there.
One of my brothers lives in the Eastern part of town, and has suffered from liquefaction badly before. Tonight, in his words, “The are Fucked”. It seems all the work they did over the past months to restore their home and lives has been undone in a few moments today, and I suspect that might be the end for them in their current house.
I can’t begin to imagine what it must be like to be down there through all this, and I guess none of us who are not there can. It seems incongruous that my life goes on here as normal, while not too far away, in a place that I did once call home, people do not even have the power to stay warm tonight. I was talking today with a friend whose mother is still in Christchurch, and musing how I am glad both my parents have passed away and are not living through this.
So, although I no longer call you home Christchurch, I am thinking of you, thinking of the people down there. I hope this journey is nearly at an end for you, and that soon, you can actually begin to rebuild your lives.