116,000 dead.

I grew up in a town of 2,000. My town would have to die 58 times to reach 116,000. This number, this horror.

This horror. How to make sense of that? There is no way.

The earth will have her way with us. And in saying that, I do not mean to give up and let what will be, be. But we cannot stop an earthquake. They are necessary for a healthy planet. A release of the earth’s toxins. And when there is release, there is often destruction but to hold it in would be worse maybe?

So it is time, once again, to count each day as precious. Did you forget that each day could be the last day? I sometimes did. And I will again. But for now, each day is the first and I live it for 116,000 mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, sons and daughters.

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