How do we lurch from sadness to a sundae. How many people have walked past this memorial, stopped to look at it and wonder how sad the family must be, and then head on for coffee, ice cream or hot pancakes. Do we count our blessings, do we think of loved ones. Do we wonder what happened. Do we wonder if, tragedy invaded our lives, would we too leave a memorial at the site of where our loved ones died.
I sometimes briefly wonder what that sadness must feel like, how would I cope with it. We have all at some point lost a loved one, my dad died in old age. It wasn’t a tragedy, it was how death takes you when you get old. Sad it is, I still desperately miss him and my world fell apart the day he died.
But when death strikes when it shouldn’t. The injustice, the guilt at being left behind. The need to remember, never forgot. Lay my flowers, lay my wreaths, lay my teddies. I shall always remember.