Tragedy comes when least expected. Sorrow is a daily presence suddenly. There was no threat to speak of. Germanwings Flight 9525, the recent disaster of immense proportions, was not in danger of mechanical malfunction. What do we do in the face of disaster? Are we ever ready or prepared?
Thirty-eight years ago I lost a sister. What did I do then? I can’t remember my reaction to another sibling’s succumbing to heart failure; one that was quickly followed by another’s passing, three weeks later. I do know the following:
I cried copious tears for months. I gave in to grief, to feeling helpless. Months later I thought I was over the pain. Then I would see a bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath, I’d be in tears again. I’ve lived with grief a long time so there’s never getting over it, really. It’s different for everyone, there are highs and lows in grieving, much like the tide that ebbs and flows.
Many will offer words of support, generous prayers. It will be a time to receive graciously, of appreciation for the many friends and strangers who stand ready to help.
It is crucial to remember the happy moments spent with those who are suddenly gone from us. Recalling the memories created with them; perhaps while at a summer picnic at the beach, at dinner after a long day at work, or the quiet moments of conversation where words of wisdom were exchanged, can sustain and recharge friends and relatives.
Communing with family and friends is important. There is truth in the saying pain is eased when shared. The living is left to deal with the loss and the accompanying emptiness that invariably settles in the soul. In remembering our departed with prayers, we remember Germanwings 9525 and its 150 passengers.