Update on Dad

I just called his cellphone and Gaye answered. Dad is asleep (phew!) and he had a long night, but he is okay.
They hope to be able to go into their place in town today to get a few things out of the apartment (shoes, clothes for work) etc but it remains to be seen if they will be allowed access to the building. Gaye was back at work on Friday - I guess the hospital has to soldier on.
I start back at work tomorrow. Our children will not be back at school for "at least a week" so they will come out to my school with me. The CEO of our school has very generously said it will be okay in the short term to bring them with me, but I am aware it will be a distraction to the other students. Dom is also back out at his job tomorrow. This week the CIAL staff were helping with customer movement through the airport etc, so I don't know what he will be doing tomorrow.

My first thought this morning was "what is going to happen?"

I keep asking Dom this same question about school, repairing our house/land, the roads, when we can go running again, how will we ever cope with having the kids at school in the CBD etc. Today he said to me "you have to stop asking me that because I just don't know."

No one knows. I want to know, but it is not going to happen. We just have to live minute by minute, because that is all we have got. Yesterday as I drove into town to Latimer Square I realized that a lot of people would think I was *insane* for going in there where buildings are in ruins around me and more buildings are ready to come down with the next big shake and I realised I wasn't scared of that at all. It dawned on me that I really feel that if it is my time to die, so be it. Dom and the kids will miss me but we will be together again one day. Death is certainly not the worst thing that can happen.