8 Years After the 22 February 2011 Quake

clouds and blue skies with sunshine rays emanating from the corner

Today, the weather is beautiful and warm, but don’t let it deceive you; it’s very unlike the cold, drizzly, gray day 8 years ago. I remember that day very well, as I’m sure many of my fellow Cantabrians do.

The earthquake struck as Jacqui and I were discussing iPods for Charlotte’s birthday. The quake was loud and violent, and it assaulted you no matter what you tried to do.

And then… quiet. A few seconds of it.

People’s voices, screaming, sobbing, sirens, alarms, all emerged from that silence as this cacophony responded to the call of the shock.

Today is an anniversary I am very uncomfortable with, and one I’d rather live without. The anxiety wells deep inside me for weeks beforehand. My nerves burn.

On the day, I am jittery, upset, flighty.

Eight years on, I am not the person I used to be. I know many others lost so much more, and I pray for peace and comfort for them. I don’t know if I’ll ever find that peace I seek for them.

But… at least today is warm and beautiful outside, and I’m alive.

Thank God for small miracles.