It feels surreal today to be sitting down to work as normal when the TV is showing such terrible pictures of devastation from Christchurch. I cannot imagine the day my DH is having up there. There will be no 'normal' for some time I'm sure. I admit that, selfishly, I wish he could quit and come back home.
When I felt the quake yesterday I wasn't too worried about DH. Must be over in Fiordland I thought, because our house seems to be sheltered from the northern quakes to an extent. However, the realisation that it was from Christchurch and that we had felt it strongly here underscored how big a quake it was. Luckily I was able to ring DH and get a 30 second call so I knew he was ok. However, the ongoing uncertainty and concern over his safety and well-being is wearing. I can only imagine what it is like for those who have not yet heard from family and friends and are having to face the possibility of bad news. The death toll is inevitably going to rise, and the lives of all those affected have been torn apart.
My thoughts and prayers are with everyone in Christchurch today.