I die every time there is a horrific plane crash.
Air disaster has happened several times in the past. And I have died many times in the past. I die out of shock. Then I inhale life again.
The deep emotional trauma associated with every gruesome crash leaves me questioning the mysterious ways of death. And it takes days to pull me out from the debris of throbbing ache and dismal hope. Life is so transient. Such was my experience at the news broadcast Last Sunday. A plane crash that shattered aspirations in such devastating magnitude. The reports of Sunday’s doomed flight tormented me.
And I broke down in uncontrollable tears. Continue reading