An Afternoon on the Couch
I don’t often get to watch television but yesterday afternoon when I got home I clicked on the television and flopped onto the couch, I was exhausted. What was on the screen was mesmerizing… I couldn’t move, not that I tried to; I was too involved with what I had begun to watch.
Yesterday was the first anniversary of the earthquake, tsunami and eventual nuclear meltdown that our friends in Japan had to suffer and are still suffering.
But can I not go there with this blog, I find it too upsetting, I have friends who have not been found. INSTEAD I would like to talk about the show that came on after the documentary….
Actually, no, I will put that in my next blog – I can not take away the importance and enormity of what happened one year ago. If I had sufficient money I would be there in a flash to offer serious help. Straight after the event I sent word to our friends offering to look after their children here in Australia until they get back on their feet – no answer. Other friends have looked for them but have had no success.
I watched the video footage with my hand on my mouth and tears almost blinding me, listening to the people on the screen yelling to others we could see to RUN, RUN, I found myself joining them… but it didn’t help. All the time I watched I looked for the loved familiar faces I may never see again.