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...
