Now it's like a magnet. I can't stop watching.
I listened on my way home tonight to a story on NPR about a woman who traveled from Tokyo to Sendai via train then taxi, at a cost of $800, to find her Mother and Father alive, in their mostly undamaged home. I listened to their reunion and imagined hugs and frantic kisses - the reporter said they never touched; they bowed to each other, and shared news of the woman's grandparents, who were surely dead. I cried.
And now I'm watching this horror, this tragedy, this sad, sad, so sad thing.