Susan Lafferty“This feels like an earthquake.”
Every week brings news of another person, couple, or family leaving. Exiting an area of the world where we live and serve at the time.
They retire early. Or move back home to pursue something new.
It starts large. Shaking hard. Then we feel tremor after tremor.
Enough to unsteady the feet.
And trouble the mind.
A storm blows through our area recently. High winds topple trees.
Taking out electricity.
We sit in darkness. Reminiscing.
Memories of long outages. And the same old feelings rise.
Wondering. How long? Will everything in the freezer be ruined?
They dropped a crate off the truck onto our driveway. We all heard the discordant scream. Loud and clear.
Our piano.
Wrapped with care, months before, during our year in the USA.
Placed in a wooden crate. Nailed shut.
Loaded into a ship container with the rest of our belongings.
