Last night, a little less than 60 people said goodbye to their families. They double checked their bags to make sure they packed the usual: A lap top, an iPod, a cell phone, a good book.
The passengers, ages 2 to 77, boarded a bus, ready for the long trip ahead. They spend hours on the road, dozing off between sleep and awareness. A few glances out of the window reveal the same thing; still traveling, not there yet.
Around 4:55 AM, the bus driver fades into sleep. The bus roaring in speed toward New York City. The bus creeps sideways; the passengers completely unknowing.
Within seconds, the driver snaps back awake, over corrects and flips the bus.
Four people: Dead. The rest injured and left with a horrifying memory they’ll never forget.
This happened just today: May 31, 2011.
Stories like this, among the thousands of other devastating stories our history holds, are difficult to reconcile. Innocent lives were stolen when it could have been prevented.
As I sat in yoga today, my mind drifted away to thoughts of Heaven. Suddenly all of the horror I pictured these people witnessing, washed away… into something at peace, calm, serene and welcoming.
I became unafraid for those we lost. I’ve always believed things happen for a reason. And I’ve always believed it’s deeper than the surface reason (which, in this case, would be “driver fatigue”). We all have our time and our place; our entrance and our exit. God, the Universe, or whatever higher being you may believe in, decides who needs to go and who needs to stay. Today, He took four angels. The reason: Is not meant for us to understand; only to respect.
I know it will be difficult for the families to find the peace their deceased family member has found. I know if I had lost a loved one, I’d be beyond inconsolable. I am sure the pain they feel is beyond any kind of aching I can imagine. I mourn their loss with them. But I pray they will find peace and love, instead of hatred and darkness. Those four angels feel no more pain, and their presence needs to live in our hearts.
We are all here to figure out this life thing together. We all are here to support each other when the life thing runs out. But, I must believe, that when this life thing runs out… that is just the beginning to something beautiful, peaceful, and overwhelmingly loving…
Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven’s love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again
Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem’ry bittersweet
Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear
Don’t waste a breath, don’t shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don’t wait for me
Above the universe you’ll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won’t forget
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light