On Dec. 26, 2004, Sonali Deraniyagala was vacationing with her husband, her two sons and her parents in Yala, Sri Lanka. The day was just beginning when she and a friend noticed that something strange was happening in the ocean. Within a matter of minutes, the sea had wiped out life as she had known it. In a new memoir, called simply Wave, she recalls her experience with the tsunami that killed more than 200,000 people, including her own family.

Today, Deraniyagala lives in New York. She says when she first moved there, she sublet an apartment in Greenwich Village for three months; five years later, she's still there. She never meant to live in New York; it happened almost by accident, she says, and so did her book. She stayed because she found a therapist who helped her deal with her devastating loss in the tsunami. He suggested that she write down her memories, which she did in the cozy loft area of her Village apartment.

"I've done all my writing up here," she says from her home. "And I can only write in New York, and I can only write on the corner of that bed. I guess it's a kind of place of safety for me and I needed to shut everything out. It's a cocoon."

'The Sea Is Coming In'

Almost 10 years later, Deraniyagala can now speak calmly of the events of that day in 2004: It was a sunny morning with blue skies and no wind. Her parents had not yet emerged from their room. Her husband was in the shower. She and a friend were watching her two boys playing with the toys they had gotten for Christmas.

"And she looked at them, and I think I told them off or something; 'C'mon, don't make so much noise.' And she said, 'Oh, they're so gorgeous. You know, I want to start a family soon.' And she was single. And she said, 'Oh, what you guys have is a dream.' And the next sentence was, 'Oh, my God, the sea is coming in.' "

At first it just seemed like a strange event, not a threat. But quickly they realized they had to get out. She and her husband grabbed the boys and ran. They hitched a ride on a jeep but soon it began filling with water. Her husband was sitting across from her, and suddenly she saw a look on his face that she had never seen before.

"I think he saw the wave when it was rising and when it was coming at us," she says. "The last I saw of Steve was that look on his face where he looked completely aghast, seeing something that I couldn't see. But I couldn't turn back; I didn't have time to turn back and look ... because that's when the jeep turned over and we were all dispersed."

In her book, Deraniyagala recalls what happened next, and what it felt like as she was swept into the great wave. She writes:

"Am I underwater? It didn't feel like water, but it has to be, I thought. I was being dragged along, and my body was whipping backwards and forwards. I couldn't stop myself. When at times my eyes opened, I couldn't see water. Smoky and gray. That was all I could make out. And my chest. It hurt like it was being pummeled by a great stone."

She thinks she was in the water for at least 20 minutes. At one point the wave bounced her up to the surface and she was able to grab onto a branch. She was the only one in her family to survive.

'All The Debris Of Our Life'

Eventually Deraniyagala made it to her aunt's house in Colombo, Sri Lanka.

"For months on end, I couldn't come out of the room," she says. "I was terrified of everything. I didn't want to look — I didn't want to look at the sun; I couldn't look at grass because I didn't want anything to remind me of our life, remind me of them. I wanted to guard myself against any kind of memory."

After she started to get a little better, her father-in-law asked her to return to the site of the disaster with him. At one point, while they were looking through the rubble, he asked to be left alone for a moment. Deraniyagala remembers the scene:

"He stood there and he spoke out aloud to Steve and the boys and said, 'I hope you can hear me wherever you are.' And at that moment something fluttered — it seems very unreal to me — at his foot, and it was a piece of paper. He picked it up eventually. And [then] he put his glasses on and he read it, and it was the back of a report which was written by Steve. And that kind of really struck me. And since I found that, I went back obsessively looking for anything that belonged to us. Because until that point I didn't — I was really terrified of even seeing something of ours. But then I started going back, digging around looking for one of my boys' toys maybe we took there or something.

"Eventually, four years later, I went back to our home in London. And that was something I was convinced for four years that I'd never do. But at the same time I'd told my friends who were looking after the house not to change anything, to leave it. So there it was, just as we'd left it. My first reaction was, gosh, it's like we've just stepped out. You know, it's all contained within these walls, all the traces of our life and all the debris of our life."

Gradually, Deraniyagala came to understand that pushing away the memories and the physical reminders of her family would not help her overcome her grief. Instead, she has learned to embrace those memories, to draw light and spark from the life she and her family once shared.

Deraniyagala ends her book in a park at the end of her street, bordered on one side by a busy highway and on the other by the Hudson River. Going there sometimes transports her to another time, along another river, the Thames in London, with her husband and sons: The boys would be running by the river, and it would be drizzling, much like it is on this New York day.

"I'm more and more and more able to hold them both, [to] stand here on my own and then hold the feeling of us, more than the memory of us even — the images and the feeling of us being together by that river. It's another vista," she says. "I'm always kind of straddling two worlds."

Deraniyagala says there is no resolution to the grief she feels. But in writing about her family she feels she has memorialized them, and in a way that has brought them back to life again.

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RENEE MONTAGNE, HOST:

On December 26, 2004, Sonali Deraniyagala was vacationing with her husband, her two sons and her parents on the coast of Sri Lanka. The day was just beginning when she noticed that something strange was happening in the ocean. Within a matter of minutes the sea had wiped out life as she had known it. In a new memoir, called simply "Wave," she recalls her experience with the Tsunami that killed more than 200,000 people, including her own family.

NPR's Lynn Neary visited with the author at her home in New York.

LYNN NEARY, BYLINE: When Sonali Deraniyagala first moved to New York, she sublet an apartment in the Village for three months. Five years later, she's still there.

SONALI DERANIYAGALA: It's very brightly colored. It's not my choice of color or decor.

NEARY: Deraniyagala never meant to live in New York. It happened almost by accident. So she says did her book. She stayed because she found a therapist who helped her deal with her devastating loss in the tsunami of 2004. He suggested that she write down her memories, which she did in the cozy loft bedroom of this apartment.

DERANIYAGALA: I've done all my writing up here.

(SOUNDBITE OF FOOTSTEPS)

DERANIYAGALA: I can only write in New York and I can only write on the corner of that closed bed. I guess it's a just kind of place of safety for me and I needed to shut everything out. And it's a cocoon.

NEARY: Now, Deraniyagala can talk calmly of the events of that day in 2004. It was a sunny morning; blue skies, no wind. Her parents had not yet emerged from their room. Her husband was in the shower. She and a friend were watching her two boys playing with the toys they had gotten for Christmas.

DERANIYAGALA: And she looked at them and I think I told them off or something: Come on, don't make so much noise or something. And she said, no, they're so gorgeous - you know, I want to start a family soon. And she was single. And she was saying, oh, what you guys have is a dream. And the next sentence was, oh, my God, the sea is coming in.

NEARY: At first it just seemed strange, not threatening. But quickly they realized they had to get out. She and her husband grabbed the boys and ran. They hitched a ride on a Jeep but soon it began filling with water. Her husband was sitting across from her and suddenly she saw a look on his face that she had never seen before.

DERANIYAGALA: Well, I think he saw the wave when it was rising and when it was coming at us. The last I saw of Steve was that look on his face where he looked completely aghast, seeing something that I couldn't see. But I couldn't turn back, I didn't have time to turn back and look at what was that, because the jeep turned over and we all were disposed.

NEARY: Deraniyagala recalls what happened next in vivid detail in her book. In this excerpt from the audio book, she describes what it felt like as she was swept into the great wave.

DERANIYAGALA: (Reading) Am I underwater? It didn't feel like water but it has to be, I thought. I was being dragged along and my body was whipping backwards and forwards. I couldn't stop myself. When at times my eyes opened, I couldn't see water. Smoky and gray, that was all I could make out. And my chest, it hurt like it was being pummeled by a great stone.

NEARY: She thinks she was in the water for at least 20 minutes. At one point the wave bounced her up to the surface and she was able to grab onto a branch - the only one in her family to survive. They brought her to her aunt's house in Colombo.

DERANIYAGALA: For months on end I could not come out of the room. I was terrified of everything. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to look at the sun. I couldn't look at grass because I didn't want anything to remind me of our life, remind me of them. I wanted to guard myself against any kind of memory.

NEARY: After she started to get a little better, her father-in-law asked her to return to site of the disaster with him. At one point, while they were looking through the rubble, her father in law asked to be left alone for a moment.

DERANIYAGALA: He stood there and he spoke out loud. He said to Steve and the boys and said, Oh, I hope you can hear me wherever you are. And at that moment something fluttered - and it seems very unreal to me - at his foot. And it was a piece of paper. He picked it up eventually. And he put his glasses on and he read it, and it was the back of a report which was written by Steve.

NEARY: Huh.

DERANIYAGALA: And that kind of really struck me. And since I found that, I went back obsessively looking for anything that belonged to us. Because until that point, I didn't - I was really terrified of even seeing something of ours. But then I started going back, digging around looking for one of my boys' toys, maybe which was there or something, and...

NEARY: It's like book makes it clear that you have to - in some sense you had to go back to each place where you were with them to kind of recreate them.

DERANIYAGALA: Yes, eventually, and four years later, I went back to our home in London. And that was something I was convinced for four years that I'd never do. But at the same time, I'd told my friends who were looking after the house not to change anything, to leave it. So there it was, just as we'd left it.

My first reaction was, gosh, it's like we've just stepped out. You know, it's all contained within these walls, all the traces of our life and all the debris of our life. e

NEARY: Gradually, Deraniyagala came to understand that pushing away the memories and the physical reminders of her family would not help her overcome her grief. Instead, she has learned to embrace those memories, to draw light and spark from the life she and her family once shared.

(SOUNDBITE OF VEHICLES)

NEARY: Deraniyagala ends her book in a park at the bottom of her street, bordered on one side by a busy highway, on the other by the Hudson River. Coming here sometimes transports her to another time, along another river, the Thames in London with her husband and sons.

The boys would be running along just like this, running by the river and it's drizzly. A bit like it is today. Actually, the weather is quite perfect. It's very London weather. And, you know, I'm saying, oh, let's hurry up - let's get home. And then I go, the Tower Bridge is going to open - let's hang on.

And yes, I do. I'm much more and more and more able to hold them both; stand here on my own and then hold the feeling of us, more than the memory of us even - the images and the feeling of us being together by that river. So, it's another vista. I'm always in kind of straddling two worlds.

There is no resolution to the grief she feels, says Deraniyagala. But in writing about her family she feels she has memorialized them, and in a way, has brought them back to life again.

Lynn Neary, NPR News, Washington.

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