We've all seen the images in the news about the downed Malaysian
Airliner. The fact that it was shot down by some disgruntled dissidents
makes this a tragedy on multiple levels. The loss to more than 300
families is incalculable, although the lawyers will put a price on each
one I'm sure.
What I don't understand is, the need to visit the crash site.
I've lost a few family members in a number of ways. My thoughts of
them are about their LIFE, not their passing. I want to recall images of
the good times, when their spirit was shining it's brightest. I'll
remember the silly things that made them unique, like their snorty laugh
or the fact they could balance a spoon on their nose. Those are the
memories I'll always treasure.
The ones I forget are when, where, and why they left us. The
finality of death is incomparable, so maybe I find it easy to let it go.
I don't know.
You see memorials on the side of the road all the time. Again, this
is a site of someone's passing and I can't get it through my head why I
would want to even recognize it. Seems like something I want to forget. Maybe
someone can help me out here, but I just don't understand....
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