Hope

I woke up yesterday morning and went outside to get the newspaper. As I read the first article on the front page, the words, "Three-year old twins from Oregon, their parents and grandparents were among nine people aboard a sightseeing plane that crashed and caught fire Thursday in a heavily forested area outside Ketchikan, Alaska." caught my attention. Three-year old twins - I automatically thought of any twins I knew of that were three years old. There is a set of twins in my daughter's class. Then as I read the names of the twins, my heart sank and I ran up the stairs and asked Matt what the names of the twins in Allison's infant room class were. We both realized that the family in the article was the same family we knew from Allison's class.

I was in shock and had to talk to someone about it. So I called a friend who knew the family as well and we both tried to process the reality that the boy twin and the parents were killed in the crash. Only the twin girl and her grandmother survived out of the family. I keep thinking how awful for this little girl to be left behind. I can't even imagine if my whole family was killed and I was the only survivor. I have to stop thinking about this subject because then I start questioning my faith. Why did this happen? I know if the little girl survives (she's still in critical condition) she is going to be a stronger person. I know some good will come out of such tragedy.