For some reason I had a strange feeling of foreboding and I kept my son home from school. Thank God I did because he had a panic attack in the quake and thought he was dying of a heart attack.
Our house was smashed up and my poor husband took hours to walk home from the CBD through liquefaction and flooding. When he finally made it he sat down and burst into tears. I don’t know what emotion was stronger the shock of seeing my my husband crack or the relief he was alive.