I was at the Public Hospital with my mother and youngest son. My mother was sitting in a wheelchair and Isaac and I dropped to the floor beside her, all holding on for our lives. The lights went out and the evacuation siren started. I finally headed home at 4.00 in the afternoon and it took two hours to get home when it normally takes 10 minutes. On the way home I heard on the radio about the collapse of the PGC Building where a good friend worked and I was so worried about him.
Later that night, a friend in Australia said she had seen him on the Sky News helping others out of the building so we knew he was alright, which made it so much more sad when we heard another friend was missing in the CTV Building. Christchurch is my city and I love it here but because there is no way to blame anyone or anything, there is also no way to forgive for the loss of our friends, our homes, and our peace of mind.