8th March 2014, Malaysian Airlines flight MH370 just disappeared with all it’s passengers and crew. Just disappeared into thin air. The first day was chaotic. Families left behind were angry and sad. They demanded answers and weren’t prepared to accept that a plane could just disappear. Who could. Days became weeks and now their hopes of recovering the bodies were disappearing too. After nearly four years of search by different organisations, now the search is going to finally end.
I feel for the families who are struggling to move on. Not just for those who perished on MH370. But for all those families who have lost a family member because they’ve gone missing. Parents of kids who have been kidnapped. They have to not only deal with the grief of losing the loved one but also the added agony of not knowing what really happened.
Rivulets of tears almost drowning the flicker of hope but somehow they muster another day to wait in hope.
Taxes and death are the only sure thing they say. It’s not just about accepting the death that is hard in this scenario. But it is when, whom and how that makes it harder.
I am pretty sure they have said enough prayers and don’t need mine. And it’s not like god was waiting for that last prayer from me to reunite these sad souls. But other than a prayer I have nothing else to offer.
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that missing plane still bothers me. I can not bear missing children-nor any tragedy really.
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we certainly belong together
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Each day,I remember or read any episode on the MH 370, l am always very sad. A good one
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Yes its something that bothers me too. Thanks for stopping by
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