On 22 February 2011 my son Thomas was visiting his grandparents in Christchurch. Thomas and Dad were in the basement of Ballantynes when the earthquake struck.
It was a dreadfully concerning ten minutes waiting to hear they were okay. I thought at the time it was an hour. Cellphone records showed otherwise.
That’s nothing compared to the loss that hundreds, probably more, family members and friends of those killed still feel.
Seems like the other day so I read my blog of the day after to remind me. I am reminded it was also a big and sad day for Tim for completely different reasons. I’d completely forgotten.
Keeping a journal of reflection can keep memories and insights alive.