The Chinook crash and the loss of our friend has been weighing heavily on my mind lately. But one small blessing tha thas come of all of this is renewed contact with friends we have not spoken with in a while. Tragedy unites and this one is no different.
In the past 2 days, we have spoken to no less than 10 people who we had either fallen completely out of touch with or had not been speaking to much. Like I said, the Chinook community is SO small and the longer you are in it, the smaller it becomes.
That is a blessing and a curse at the same time. This one hit a little too close for comfort. Just too close. And while it is upsetting, it is interesting to see how closely it hit others too. Others who are not even in the Chinook community. I have read several blogs this week written by spouses left behind who gasp in horror anytime they hear about a Chinook going down because they know someone. Or the spouse whose husband was catching a ride on a Chinook the day the crash happened.
You would think that the Army would be a much bigger community but when something like this happens, it gets real small real quick. But one of the things I love most about this life is the support. The banding together that takes place in the face of major life events : birth, death, sickness, you name it.
We take care of our own. Always. And what a blessing that is.