A pair of bright orange shoes protruding from the rubble
Red, brown and yellow toy teddy bears abandoned by their owners
Luggage thrown in midair
Blackened remains turned back to dust
Remnants of a life probably at its prime,
Treasured messages before take off
Anticipation of a reunion gone kaput
It hurts to see them all.
I was watching CNN early this morning (our time) and I could not bear to look at the remains of the MH-17 plane burned to the ground. Three of those passengers are fellow Filipinos and the whole family was wiped out including the husband who used to work at Malaysia Airlines and an Indonesian. I watched the members of the family back home being interviewed on TV. They were looking forward to a yearly family reunion this coming Saturday. Their sister was the breadwinner of the family, making her siblings’ life easier than an average Filipino family, sending her nieces and nephews to school.
Life snapped in a moment, in a heartbeat. I offered a prayer that you’ll have peace in your souls and the loved ones left behind would be able to bear your loss. Life is precious, every minute, every hour.