Unbelievably, it has been one year since my brother was killed in a car accident.
Every time something happens to dredge up the muck from my childhood I think I am prepared...I've been wearing rubber boots for many years now. But somehow, despite the armor I constantly don, I am hurt, again. Now April 17 has been added to several other days every year when I have to reach out for support and reach inside for strength. You'd think the death of someone who caused me so much grief would be a welcome reprieve. Perhaps if I felt like any kind of resolution had been reached between us I would at least be able to grieve like other family members. Instead, I either feel nothing, or I am angry and hurt. My only consolation is that, if he ever abused his daughters, or later, if he were abusing his step-daughter, or had contemplated it, the cycle has been broken.
Tomorrow, April 18, marks the 100th anniversary of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and fire. Visit the 1906 Earthquake Centennial Alliance for information on events and activities in the Bay Area this week, and for some very valuable earthquake preparedness tips. There is even a ballet entitled "Earthquake" being performed by Diablo Ballet.
The brick street twisted under the pressure from the earthquake causing the trolley rails to separate and raise from the ground. Photo courtesy of the Oakland Museum of California.
San Francisco City Hall in ruins. Photo by W.C. Mendenhall from the USGS Library.
We're not ready for the next "big one", there really isn't any way to be truly ready for a cataclysmic event, and that goes for personal catastrophes as well.