I had two planned entries today: one tentatively titled ‘Yakult: The best tasting thing ever?’ and another about how I have a flat tire on my bike (wow - that would’ve been a BALLTEARER).
But instead, I got sideswiped: my sister rang me this morning to tell me about her three colleagues and friends that were killed yesterday in a helicopter accident over Lake Eyre, South Australia.
Hearing her voice, filled with the sadness and bewilderment of facing such devastating and unexpected loss, I felt totally helpless. I wanted to be there, right there: to listen, talk, hug, hold. But I’m not: in thousands of kilometres away, caught up in my own life and problems (which all seem rather petty and overblown). And this isn’t about me at all: I just wish I wasn’t here, because I wish I home to help my family get through this.
This is an enormous and sudden tragedy, and I can only add my voice to the growing chorus of people saying: too soon, too early, not fair. The outpouring of respect for these three men is moving, and despite never meeting any of them, I can honestly say I am sorry for their loss: I could hear it in my sister’s voice that these were these men were all good, decent and well loved people, and highly respected professionals.
I wish I was home to help. Vale.