Today marks one year since my nightmare that was actually a reality—the 7.6 earthquake in my home away from home. Many of the 365 days that followed hosted seismic activity as well. Several of my coworkers asked me this morning if I remembered what day today was… Of course. I don’t think I will ever forget such a day. (At least remembering the anniversary of the 7.6 quake will help me remember my dad’s birthday forever and ever, since they are one in the same.)
I have had some impending sense of doom in the past week knowing that the anniversary was soon approaching. I felt as if the day would somehow repeat itself, and the ground would roll beneath me once again. Maybe it would be worse this time.
Well, no, we did not have a repeat of last year’s horror, but there was seismic activity in the early morning hours of the day. Apparently there was a 6.0 quake, but its effect was not widespread. I actually slept through it!
Let me just say that I am so glad that it is now one year later, and I don’t have to live through the fear that I felt for far too long after September 5, 2012.
You can read my original post about the earthquake here. There are also pictures. I still hate looking at the pictures...