I haven't blogged for a while. I guess there was nothing so profound that I felt the urge to write. Now there is. A lot of you know there was a horrible horrible plane crash here in the Superstition mountains right at Thanksgiving. For those of you that didn't hear about it a brief explanation. A divorced husband and two other people went and picked up his three young kids for Thanksgiving. I don't think any one knows yet what happened in that plane but the ex-husband was flying and some how crashed into the side of the mountain. The flames were so clearly seen from all around the East Valley. My one friend had the video of the plane flying across the sky (in the dark) and then the little light disappeared and then a few seconds later.....BOOM !!! You see the impact fire then the fuel tank explodes. It will haunt me for a very very long time. The other connection that made it so real for me was an old friend posted on FaceBook that her family knew the kids and her daughter was close to one of the boys. She posted pictures of the mom, Karen, and her beautiful children.
My heart is so so heavy. It is one thing to hear about something and feel pain and sorrow but when it comes closer to you than you thought it would it becomes unbearable. I can't in any shape or form begin to feel or even imagine the intensity with which this woman's grief has taken over her world. Even as a Christian I don't think I could reach far enough inside to pull out a blessing or the lesson that God may have intended. I have been driving around running errands and when I see the mountain I begin to cry and pray for this mom who now has to somehow get up every morning knowing her children and her ex-husband are gone. How...how does one deal with this. My pain for this mom is so deep and I want to some how swoop in and take her pain away. I want to try and take some of the burden away from her. I know that they have set up special funds to help her financially. That is some kind of relief, but only God can help her find a peace in all of this. I will never look at the mountain in the same way ever again.
My disease seems so small and insignificant right now. It would seem impossible that any one would want to switch places with me but given what this mom has been dealt I bet cancer looks like a better hand then the one she is holding. That is a sad thing to even imagine.
If you are a believer please, please be praying for this woman and the rest of her family who has also been affected by this tragic accident. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends. They all have to find the answer within themselves that will give them peace. I know where mine would come from and has come from.
