January 18, 2010

The Northridge Earthquake- I forgot

It is hard to believe but I completely forgot about the anniversary of the Northridge Earthquake. I wrote about my experience with it here and here.

It is the first year that I didn't spend part of the day thinking about it. First time that I didn't spend a moment before drifting off to sleep remembering.

We were lucky. Very few lives were lost, but I knew more than a few people who lost their homes. I knew more than a few who had to start over. When I look at the pictures of destruction in Haiti it brings a lot of memories back.

I am grateful for all that I have, thankful that I didn't lose more. Those poor people in Haiti deserve better. What happens when more time passes and the spotlight goes elsewhere. What happens then. How many will die because people forget and there is no one there to push for change.

I wonder.

4 comments:

Aidan Donnelley Rowley @ Ivy League Insecurities said...

I too think about the shifting spotlight, about that time that will come - and sadly, it will come - when this unfathomable disaster is not on the front pages of papers or the tips of tongues. What then? There is a cruelty and a necessity in moving on. How do we process these events and move on with our own sunny lives when so many lives have been lost and changed forever? I don't know. I don't pretend to know.

Jack said...

How do we process these events and move on with our own sunny lives when so many lives have been lost and changed forever?

Some things cannot be explained. There is no rational explanation, no reason that we can give. Sure, we can provide a technical answer about earthquakes, shoddy construction etc.

Life isn't always sunshine and rainbows. But we have to move on because otherwise we stagnate. Humans are naturally resilient, we have to be.

Nice Jewish Artist said...

Wow, you're totally right -- it *has* been falling off our radar. The earthquake hit the night of our engagement party -- all our gifts were in my in-laws' house IN NORTHRIDGE. every dish my mother-in-law owned was destroyed, the washing machine flooded the house, not a single picture frame had any glass left in it... but our gifts were UNHARMED -- as were my in-laws and the rest of the folks sleeping over that night.

Jack said...

NJA,

I suppose that we should be happy that it really has been relegated to just a story that we tell. A moment that we look back upon with more happiness than regret.