A nation mourns and suffers and struggles through to survival for today. Life is thoroughly altered with complete dislocation and unfathomable loss. The psychological and spiritual seem dim and will fade and spiral downward. Bodily injury may be attended to or not - in the chaos, a survivor may die.
Mothers, while facing death themselves, watched their children being torn from the land, from life, from them by a wave. Mothers. Many, many mothers. All at the same time. Fathers, sons, daughters, friends, colleagues, neighbors - everyone equaled by nature.
A country will survive in some condition or another and a nation will bind its people together and other countries will help and the country will be rebuilt but the nation will cry night after night for generations for the great loss when a great wave shook them to the foundation.
My heart is broken. Life is unbearable.
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