Today is one of those days when you don’t really know what to tell someone who lost a loved one, or still in shock of a disaster. In both France and Brazil (mostly the former), some families will go to bed tonight unsure of where their loved ones are. The uncertainty and anguish is one that no words can describe, and they will love nothing more than closure. Air France jet Flight 447 disappeared yesterday somewhere into the Atlantic Ocean and more than 24 hours later, there are no signs of life, only signals and intelligent guesswork. The news is not pleasant whichever way you slice it, but for the families of the 228 people traveling from Rio de Janeiro to Paris, they can at least begin the grieving process and attempt to move on with their lives. A jet flying at 35,000 feet and at 521 mph, losing pressure (possibly), and plunging into the Atlantic Ocean is not even in image you want to see even in a Harrison Ford movie, much less anywhere in real life.
The last thing I know about this disaster, (which is not much) is that two debris fields have been found hundreds of miles east of the plane's expected flight path, but that is good information only for speculation. It is entirely possible also that the currents could have washed the debris (assuming it has anything to do with Flight 447) several miles the crash point.
In the absence of any conclusive reports on this tragedy, I will do what mainstream media will never learn to do, - refuse to speculate. On behalf of the Random Thoughts network and a global community who share the pain of our friends both far and near, our collective hearts go to the families and loved ones, for whom today is one of the darkest of their lives.
