For the past two years, it has felt like I’m locked into a version of the movie Groundhog Day.
I truly hate bringing it up (a la Groundhog Day, no?) but back in June of 2021, nearing two years now, I lost my parents in the collapse of Champlain Towers South.
Since then and in one way or another, this has been one of the major focuses of my day to day life, each day of the week, each week of the month, and now going on a little over a year.
The sadness is but one of the elements. It’s tough to put into the words not only losing one parent, but both in such a horrendous, unexplainable manner but also having almost all their possessions being wiped out as well… as if they didn’t exist at all.
Which is why I feel so very badly for those in Turkey. My personal tragedy feels almost insignificant when I see images in the news about what’s happened in Turkey.
When it happened, and because of the proliferation of cell phones and their ability to film things, I’ve seen images of buildings coming down and…
…and it instantly brings me back to the horrors of Champlain Towers South.
I can’t watch that stuff. I shut those images/film clips whenever they pop up on my computer or phone. I simply cannot stomach seeing a structure collapse.
My thoughts and sympathy goes out to those living through this tragedy.