After you google maps to see how close some of your friends live to the site, and you take a deep breath because at least they are safe, you wait. Wait for the reason a plane falls out of the sky. Wait for the list of names, a list with "many locals" on it. Wait for the next jolt.
Trite, but true, that "can't believe it happened here" feeling. So many times, tragedy after tragedy, watching the footage of strange neighborhoods in strange towns, dealing with the unexplainable. A safe distance between you and "them". But there are no strange names in the news this morning. No safe distance.
Life twists and turns and hands you surprises. An old friend in a ticket line, a big, red dog bed in front of the fire, a letter with good news, a sudden illness, a plane falling out of the sky, finding a child's long ago drawing of blue penguins.
It's all of a piece, I'm thinking. Pieces of a life, patched together. Light and dark. Joy and loss.
Things to ponder while you wait.
1 comment:
Your post is better, but we chose the same image.
http://lensbrushquill.blogspot.com/2009/02/continental-3407.html
You are never more than two people removed from someone in a situation like this.
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