I wish them peace…

I read the initial reports with a mixture of sadness and disbelief… another plane crash. More lives lost. Another tragedy, this time in Brazil. It really doesn’t matter where it happens… a tragedy is a tragedy… but for some reason it always seems to hit a little harder when it’s a tragedy on home soil. When it happens far away, in another country, it’s easier to compartmentalize it and distance yourself from it.

Or so I thought.

When a horse in my care died last fall of septic shock, while it was heartbreaking that he died, what hurt me even more was knowing the suffering he was going through as he died… watching him seize and crash to the ground over and over, rendering the vet unable to give him a shot to allow him to go quietly, was the hardest part to come to terms with.

So when I read, today, that the Air France plane likely broke apart in the air, before it crashed to the sea, all I could think about was the terror the passengers must have felt before they died. To be sitting in a plane, thousands of feet above an endless ocean, and to have that plane fall apart around you, allowing no hope of survival or need for rescue, knowing that momentarily you would be dead… I can’t imagine what that was like for them. What they were feeling. What they were thinking.

I wish them peace… I wish their families peace… I hope they were able to render some sort of calm before they died… some sort of acceptance… some sort of que sera, sera.

Times like these, for the sake of the passengers and their families, I truly hope God is real.