3.11

A year ago at 14:46 hours, an earthquake of magnitude 9 shook northeast Japan and raised the highest tsunami the country knew ever, robbed over 10 thousand lives mercilessly. To this day, 0ver 3000 people remain missing, 36 thousand nationals are forced to depart from their hometown due to environmental damage, or radiation exposure from the nuclear plants.



Words aren't good enough to describe my thoughts over 3.11. When the waves are unleashed that fateful hour, a lady could be in the process of labor. Somebody was bringing a newborn home. A couple was having a wedding. There were birthday party preparations. A child was praised. A patient healed. Anyone could be having another ordinary day... Nobody escaped, even the fleeing vehicles were consumed in an enormous current.



Why? Why the tsunami? Why them? Why anyone actually.



A year may have passed, but much remains acutely painful. Our hearts go out to those who have lost their loved ones, property, or literally everything.



A lunch is especially arranged today within the family. We gathered to remember the deceased, and the unfortunate ones. Also to remind ourselves to cherish whatever time left cos our days are numbered too.