i was ready to welcome friday with a huge grin on my face until i read my twitter timeline.
another one of malaysian airline’s plane met a tragic end. according to reports, it was hit by a ground-to-air missile fired from easter ukraine. as to who exactly did it and for what purpose, the investigations are still trying to find out.
two hundred ninety eight lives lost this morning. two hundred ninety eight people, whose relatives are now mourning for, didn’t know as they boarded that boeing 777 that their fate had been decided for. out of the 298 passengers, three of them were filipinos. indeed, it was a gloomy 5 am for me, despite the ray of sunshine peeking through our windows.
i can’t imagine the terror and the fear of the truth that you may, or well, are going to die that same minute. does it grip your heart like a cold vise until you could no longer breath? does the mind still try to fight through the racing horror-mones to think of ways to come out of the situation, not unscathed but, at least alive?
the most heartbreaking thing of all is the grief of the families, relatives and friends left behind. how do you get over the pain of losing someone you love because someone had the bright idea of shooting them down with a missile? these people are innocent. they are not pawns to any game you’re trying to play with anyone.
plane crash stories like these are just
i am not exactly afraid of flying. i am more scared of boat rides because ahem, i cannot swim. although yeah, the chances of surviving a sinking ship is greater than a plane crash.
my mother always warned us not to travel together, but how could we not? i worry when the kids are away from me, even if they’re just at home and i am running errands. it’s stressful but does a parent ever stop worrying about their children? so yes, as much as possible, i try not to let any of my children travel without me these days. during the most recent boat trip where we left cebu at 10PM, my mind wandered again, and while i was lying in one of the bunk beds trying to sleep, i was also trying to come up with a strategy on how to make sure that my kids would have life vests and we would never get separated should a disaster strike. i know. paranoid much.
every time we travel, i pray really hard for protection and safety. i don’t mind having to go through countless hours of waiting for a plane or a boat as long as we get to our destination safe and sound. although, sigh, it’s such a bitch to wait for delayed trips =P
this why i think i am so attached to knight, which has been our constant travel buddy for five years now. we have scaled the treacherous roads of don salvador benedicto at 12mn, avoiding traps and “checkpoints,” and arrived in binalbagan at 3am one december night when i was still pregnant with ico. the husband didn’t come home with us so i endured the long drive while pregnant at three months.
the next december, we left binalbagan at 1AM to catch the 7AM ferry to bohol in dumaguete. knight never failed us. it had smoothly maneuvered every curve and corner of the mabinay route while our guardian angel flew quietly above us.
life is fleeting. one day you’re plotting vacation schedules, the next, a missile cuts your life short. we don’t hold our fate, but i guess we can live each day as if we may not have tomorrow to wake up to.
such a morbid way to say hello to friday, yes? let’s all pray for the souls of the 298 passengers of MH17, most especially for the families and loved ones they left behind, that they may find the strength to slowly overcome this tragedy.