A little under two years ago, I began writing this post…
A week ago, I woke up early like most people in Christchurch. I went to work, like most people in Christchurch. I may have felt the odd aftershock and paid no heed, probably like most people in Christchurch. After September 4th, those of us who didn’t leave town were struck by an air of complacency. Earthquakes, pretty much the story of every Cantabrian’s life. At around midday, I had lunch with colleagues, like most people in Christchurch. After September, life took a while to gain momentum. Our central city lost its vibrance and heart. It was really only just beginning to pick up again after the boxing day earthquake. Then last week happened. And even when it did, so few of us ran for cover… complacency had taken over.
But now, part of me has been so overwhelmed by grief and sorrow that I haven’t really been sure of what to do. Writing about it hasn’t been easy. What do you say that could possibly describe the tragedy? the loss of life? the loss of livelihood? of jobs? of family members? of homes? And what happens when you have no one to blame? The earth was doing as the earth does. It was moving.
and two years later…
It’s still hard to write about.
But we remember.