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Monday, December 27 the terrible wave
When I was a little girl I had a re-occurring nightmare.. In my nightmare I was on the beach watching a distant wave It kept creeping towards me as I backed up, then ran up the beach, then climbed the stairs to the board walk then ran in-land, the wave kept coming.. 5 stories high I don’t think the wave every caught me in those nightmares…at least not that I recall, I always woke up..in a panic…blinking, reaching out making sure the blackness of my bedroom was not the inside of the giant wave.. It was this nightmare I thought of while sitting in the passenger seat enroute, oddly enough to the jersey shore early this morning.. I thought of all those people out in fishing boats, in hotels, in their beds, walking down the street, doing whatever folks do in coastal areas along the Indian ocean only to look up in horror and disbelief as a giant wave devoured them, destroyed their family, their home, their lives…swept them away forever 24,000 dead was the last report I heard when we finally flipped off the radio un-able to hear anymore. Only hours later I stared at the huge crashing waves in Long Branch…and thought of them, 24,000 people living the horrible nightmare of my childhood, dieing in this horrible nightmare from which they could not awaken. The tragedy is too terrible to fathom. I can only offer my prayers and sadness to so many lost and destroyed lives. How small my petty little day-to-day problems seem now. How small they really are.
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