Wednesday, 31 December 2014

No more, please.

As a daughter and sister of pilots, this has been a heavy, heavy year.

Never did I imagine that I'd be thinking of fallen wings and broken petals three times in the same year.

I know that many disasters, calamities, accidents, and deaths take place every minute, and in every corner of the globe. But these three took place in mine; within my four walls, and in my safe and protected space where all planes take off and land, safely.

No more, please.

In memory of QZ8501.


"A large wheat field dotted with purple flowers and Queen Anne’s lace."

Could have been any of us.

MH17 in my (heavy) heart.



Waiting with my countrymen for some news, any news. This is too close to home.

MH370 in my heart.

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