To this day, I torment myself with the same questions: Whose daughter/wife/mum was she? I stood motionless for what felt like an eternity before the devastated school ruins. Buried beneath those collapsed buildings was not only countless young lives — but my own faith as well.
18ys passed since the 512 Earthquake, yet my heart remains crushed, still choking with a grief that never truly leaves.still remember on site sampling in BC after quake, a woman’s long black hair drifting silently on the dark water like ghostly seaweed.She was never retrieved