I was born in Rikuzentakata.
I often borrowed my sister-in-law’s bike to get around the town and the pine field nearby when I returned to my beloved hometown prior to the disaster.
But the tsunami took my sister-in-law’s life and the house was flooded. She was a hard working and dependable woman. When I decided to move to Tokyo she often told me to come and visit again. Those words still ring in my heart…
Since then My mother took up the task of taking care of her grandson without hesitation. As for my brother, he worked his heart out without talking too much about his wife’s passing. For me, a once a year homecoming has turned into a three times a year ordeal.
Last year, while my mother was being transferred from four hospitals said “the city has changed after the disaster, and so have people…”. Those were her last words before she passed away. My brother provided care to our ailing mother at hospitals. He tirelessly looked after our mother, from her food to her hygiene, while diverting his time between home and the hospital.
I can’t thank my brother enough…