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,
Broken dreams
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.
Just beautiful. 🙏
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Thanks 🙂
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Lovely sentiments Arlene. So much coverage here about who may or may not be responsible. The tragedy of the lost lives becomes marginalised, and this should not be the case.
Best wishes as always, Pete.
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I remember the song that starts like this”let there be peace on earth…” I hope something good will come out of this tragedy. May all nations learn from this.
Thanks Pete!
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It was really sad
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Yes, it was! Thanks for the visit AH.
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It is a shame, what a waste of innocent lives who has nothing to do with their conflict. I said a prayer to them.
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Oo nga Lou, I think there were around 80 kids on that flight.
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