When an
accident takes place especially one as horrific as this one, when a man gives
the ultimate sacrifice and loses his life while doing his job it leaves everyone
shaken. There is not much speculation of why he died. Sure we want to know if
it was mechanical or pilot error, but we all know that either way it was an
accident, because no man gets up in the morning planning on making a mistake or
having his aircraft fail and not fighting for survival until his last breath. So
we don’t look to place blame or even hear that it was a mechanical failure.
What we all are doing is quietly and anonymously praying and hurting for his
lost life and those who were close to him and now are left behind.
Knowing my
husband’s company they are doing all they can to help the family, be it a wife
with children or parents or siblings to manage somehow through this time. To pick up the shattered pieces of their life
and try to forge forward with his memory in place. He will remain alive in the
hearts of those who knew him and loved him and in the hearts and minds of those
who only met him in passing.
I know that there is not much we can do as a community
right now to help, we can only stay tuned and mourn the loss of one of our own.
Our sadness and the hallo feeling surly does not compare to the feeling his
family is experiencing. We only share in a little bit of the sadness and have the
what if it was me, what if it was my husband, hovering in our minds. We still
see our husbands we still talk to them daily, this man’s family lost that
forever. There is nothing that can be said or done to take the feelings of
grief away and make it all better, we can’t bring him back, we can only find
some comfort in knowing that in his life he got to do what he loved the most.
One of my husband’s friends said “It’s not how
the dream is supposed to end..”
