It’s so overwhelming processing what this means.
We are watching photos of our home town destroyed; our new life in tatters. Anna’s workplace (UN HQ) potentially flattened, and many colleagues, friends, unheard from. We saw a photo of our child’s nursery school – chilling – although thank the heavens that the quake hit after all the children would have left. Reports of the hills of Petionville – where our house is – severely hit.
So many friends have been in touch to see if we are OK, many offering places to stay. So kind.
And, of course, many many media outlets looking for information. On one level I wish I could be there to tell this story, helping, getting involved, but then I tell myself, no, we were unbelievably lucky to be out of there. Anna and the children are safe – kids sleeping peacefully in the bed in Miami. She could so easily have been in UNHQ.
Very mixed emotions. So much uncertainty. I feel an overwhelming desire to get involved.
Poor poor Haiti. It has had such a hard road, and then this.