Sendai

Seventeen months ago, I would have grieved for the earthquake and tsnumani striking Sendai, Japan. But in a generalized, sorrow-for-all sort of way.

Seventeen months ago, my parents weren't living in Sendai.

They are in the final month of an 18-month mission, serving in the city of Sendai. I have not heard from them yet. Communications are horrific at the moment--plus it's the middle of the night. I'm mostly worried about their own sorrow for the city and the people they love. I am quite sure they are fine.

Except I won't be really sure until I hear from them.