Today, all day, I've tried to shake the thought of the Mangalore AI crash. I spent all of yesterday reading about it, watching it on the news, praying. It's hard to imagine that somewhere in all this madness and grief, there is meant to be some sanity. I tried really hard today. But it kept creeping back into my mind, like I still needed to think about it, pray some more...I don't know.
When I was a kid, my mum and dad used to always say that whenever we travelled, we'd travel together. I'd never get it.
When flights would get delayed, airports would get things wrong, one of us would be ill abroad - mum would say, 'Never mind, at least we're together!' I'd never get it.
When things got bad with Dad's hand (my dad has a condition called dystonia. Long story. And no, he doesn't suffer from it. He's Superman, is my Pa.) mum and dad would always smile through everything...and as I grew, I realized that all that mattered to them, was that we were together. I still didn't get it completely.
Today - I got it.
A guy who works in my company, along with his wife and two children, passed away in the crash. I did not know him personally, but I remember him as a guy who was always laughing and whose eyes crinkled when he smiled. He worked in IT and was always so so helpful. I remember him as a guy who never said no.
As I thought about him and saw his picture today, I realised that somewhere, I was glad that he was with his family and they were all together. Don't think me mean or cold hearted. But I get what mum meant - all those times. To be together...would be better than being left behind.
I think my heart would just break and I'd die inside if I lost someone I loved. I don't know how else to say it.
To all those who lost their lives yesterday...and to all those you've left behind...my prayers are with you, as are so many others.
And to you...our smiling IT angel...we remember you. Bless.