The damage on our house was actually mild. We consider ourselves one of the lucky ones. The post across our street fell on our neighbor's roof. A lot of others don't have roofs. The water did not reached our block, but it was chest level outside our subdivision. It was 3 days of not eating properly and staying in front of the computer for me. It was nothing compared to what my mother and my aunt felt. They had to walk from our house to find a hospital and there were none. My aunt was pregnant. She had to ride a motorcyle to the next town, only to walk the other two towns before she could reach my grandpa's place. My sister said that my mother could not eat for the couple of days, lost in thoughts, a bit traumatized of the things she witnessed outside. It was all stories of survival and loss when I went home. They were all thin and dark too. Everyone lost someone. And, too many people walking on the street talking to themselves. I couldn't bring myself to approach them, to talk to them. I couldn't even look them in the eye. I mean what can you probably say to someone who've lost everything?
The healing for our home will take a while huh. Ah, this comment is painful. I do this to myself all the time.
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Date: Sunday, February 2nd, 2014 01:11 pm (UTC)The damage on our house was actually mild. We consider ourselves one of the lucky ones. The post across our street fell on our neighbor's roof. A lot of others don't have roofs. The water did not reached our block, but it was chest level outside our subdivision.
It was 3 days of not eating properly and staying in front of the computer for me. It was nothing compared to what my mother and my aunt felt. They had to walk from our house to find a hospital and there were none. My aunt was pregnant. She had to ride a motorcyle to the next town, only to walk the other two towns before she could reach my grandpa's place. My sister said that my mother could not eat for the couple of days, lost in thoughts, a bit traumatized of the things she witnessed outside.
It was all stories of survival and loss when I went home. They were all thin and dark too. Everyone lost someone.
And, too many people walking on the street talking to themselves. I couldn't bring myself to approach them, to talk to them. I couldn't even look them in the eye. I mean what can you probably say to someone who've lost everything?
The healing for our home will take a while huh.
Ah, this comment is painful. I do this to myself all the time.