Yesterday. Emotions mixed like they were tossed in the blender on a low setting, getting things done but savoring the minutes. I stood with several other tourists in front of Genkan Dome, a once industrial promotion hall of Hiroshima prefecture.
We all know how that changed.
At 8:15am on August 6th 1945 the A-bomb missed its mark but succeeded (?) in its mission. Though the deaths of innocents is not something I wish to refer to as “success.” Standing there with this destroyed structure among many smiling, and a few somber, visitors from around the globe, I couldn’t help but feel like I should apologize for the whole war.
I am American. We may have not picked the fight. It doesn’t change that we were a part of the horror. Soaking up the history, trying to understand what took place, made it clear: war is never the answer.
I hope our leaders know that. I doubt if they do.
The innocence in my daughter’s smile kept me strong. I have to be the change I wish to see in the world. For her. But I cannot do it alone. In my opinion, we are still in rough times. But I know the hope is in the young. Each passing generation has more tolerance, the doors of the mind are opening wider, they travel more, make friends from various parts of the world.
I, too, made acquaintance with a family from Belgium as they talked to my 22-month-old girl while she sang Whitney Houston’s rendering of “I Will Always Love You” to a mocking dog in a souvenir shop in Kurashiki.
Then after the sadness of Genkan Dome, we ferried to Miyajima and saw the stunning Itsukushima shrine. This was in stark contrast. Brightly colored in the orange we often associate with Buddhism and on the sea with deer roaming around, herons in the water and several happy people from places I have probably never heard of, well, it told me I was at the right place. Living for experience.
In the end that’s all I will have. So I had better get it while the getting is good.
My final picture of the day was of a crow in front of sunset and it captured the day well.