One topic that keeps turning up in my thoughts is about the plane that disappeared. By now a large percentage of us have heard all of the information that has been shared. We know that there are as many theories as there are people weighing in on the subject. Was it hijacked? Did the pilot commit suicide and take a plane load of people with him? Was there a mechanical failure and the crew try in vain to get the plane to safety? Why can’t they find it? Did it land somewhere and is it in process of being changed into a flying bomb? On and on it goes.
What we do know is that on March eighth a passenger jet carrying lifted off from Kuala Lumpur in route to Beijing carrying 227 passengers and 12 crew members. Approximately an hour after taking off, the plane loses contact with air traffic control. Following is a link to a timeline of flight MH370
While there has been so much focus on what could have happened to the plane, which is important, there seems to be little on another aspect of this. The people involved. When you take passengers and crew and add in family and friends that is a large number of people. It only becomes greater when you add in all of the people that work for the airline or for the airport from where it lifted off. Add in the hundreds of people that are part of the search effort and then all of the concerned souls who are watching the news and keeping up with every article, with every news report, with every conversation going on around them on the subject. These are people who are missing and hurting over the ones who were on that plane. There were many nationalities on board as well as a variety of ages. Artists, workers, youth and even two people using stolen passports.
In searching for this plane, have we lost sight of this fact? Those were people on that plane. Those people have people all over the world who are wondering what happened, where they are,are they alive, dead? If the plane crashed, were they possibly already dead before the plane hit the water? If it didn’t crash and landed somewhere, are the passengers still alive? Worries that have to be playing on a constant loop in the minds of loved ones who are frantic for any news. Dreading any confirmation of death but yet seeing proven death as closure.
I’ve heard reports that some of these families are not being treated respectfully or with any real courtesy. Not being there I can’t prove that, making note it is until proven no more than a rumor. How frustrated they must be not knowing the truth.
Is that plane at the bottom of the ocean? Is it hidden away being painted and changed? Are those passengers alive or dead? I’m sure their families are wanting answers, yet none are coming quickly. I know in this day and age the mighty dollar speaks. Money won’t bring anyone back if they are dead. Money won’t change a thing. Yes, it would help bury them…but if it were me, I’d much rather have the family member, the friend, the co-worker that is missing. I would rather have them returned safe and unharmed and forget what ever dollars are being offered. The airline could use that to update equipment on the planes.
I feel badly for the families, as they sit and wonder and hope. I avoid any and all videos about the plane that may contain people who are waiting to hear something definite. I know I wouldn’t be able to stand seeing their pain. This has to be a never ending heartache, tearing them apart. To have someone missing, the not knowing has to be one of the worst feelings there is. Knowing without a doubt that someone is dead, brings closure. In this, there is no closure until something is found. Not possible somethings, not debris fields that are here and then gone, not satellite images that are “possibilities”, we- they- need something definite and real. Something that proves without a shadow of a doubt that it came from that plane, and that plane is lost. Then, the healing can begin. I wish there was more that I could do other than sitting here writing a blog in the safety of my home. I can only hope for closure for the families. Closure and peace.