Can you believe it, no-one was killed in there. Sadly 185 souls were lost that day throughout the city. Our journey from then til now has been charted in various ways and mediums, including this blog. To say that I have 'lost my way' a bit in recent times would be true. It seems the rebuild is taking forever, our battles with our insurance company have been exhausting but at last we feel we are making headway there. I look forward to boring you all with the rebuild of my home.
Today felt weird to me. I veered between wanting to treat it like any other day, but also it was like watching a train wreck - I couldn't look away either.
My workmate and I who were in our building together that fateful day, she had to kcik open my office door and help shift stuff so I could get out, we went and had a quiet drink and raised a glass to how far we have come.
Someone once said you can't move forward without looking back. I'll drink to that, just quietly and respectfully though. Kia kaha, lovely city - we will get our groove back. Just you wait and see.
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What a day eh. Strange melancholy, still and grey and turning to tears in the afternoon. I completely understand that feeling of wanting to get on but being gripped by the memories and sadness and not being able to escape the weight of it all.
It's an old platitude but true: good things come to those who wait.
Was thinking of you today. Hope the next year is easier.
I have been thinking of you - more today, but almost every day. I suppose it good to have some time to reflect on the events, but it could also be overwhelming to revisit that fateful day.
Hi sister Saj, gosh, it's been ages, hope all is ok in Canterbury, and that your troubles will work themselves out soon. Just glad you are all in one piece... here's a raised glass of bubbly to you for this shaky birthday... be well...
I'll drink to that--your survival, your looking back, your continuing on--shakily perhaps but still with determination, hope, good humour (most of the time),pride in your city and its citizens' indomitable spirit, and the supporting love and comfort of your family and friends. Out of the ashes, or the mud and debris, will rise a grand new hearth and home. Hard to believe it's been a year...a year of shocks and aftershocks. Love to you, dear Sister Saj.
xo
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