I’m having a hard time coming to terms with the devastation in Asia. My heart is heavy and tears always lurking behind my eyes. Any loss of life on such a great scale is tragic, but when I think of all those children torn from their parents arms by that unforgiving wall of water, I’m unable to function, I can’t sleep, I can’t stop myself from watching the horror even though it upsets me more.
As a parent part of my job is keeping my kids safe, but if something like this happened here, could I? Would I be able to sacrifice one son to save the other? Would I be able to go on if I lost my entire family?
The questions are swirling around in my mind, questions I’m unable to answer, or the answers I just don’t want to contemplate.
The little Swedish boy who was found on the side of the road, rescued by a stranger and later reunited with his dad – he’s the same age as Conor; 18 months old. I can’t imagine my baby being left on the side of the road by himself amidst all that destruction. How alone he must have felt.
I don’t feel like celebrating the new year I don’t feel festive at all, I can’t understand how thousands of people have been lining up since 11am this morning to see in the new year at Time’s Square. In all my years living in NY I’ve never felt the need to be at Time’s Square and this year it’s definitely the last thing on my mind.
This year, it just seems wrong to celebrate.