The air crash in the Alps has caught the attention of our press in the way that the more conventional crashes do. We know where the plane went down and there's a finality in seeing the wreckage strewn down the side of the mountain in which no one could possibly have escaped.
Unlike the mystery of the Indonesian crash where the plane disappeared into the ocean South of Australia and the one that went down in the Indian Ocean, even the plane that was shot down over the Ukraine had a crisis factor in that we didn't understand the cause.
In this latest disaster they still have to look at the data from the so called "black box" but according to the trajectory of the plane as it virtually dived towards the ground, it is my bet that the plane lost pressure in the cabin and the pilot was trying to get lower to get air. Perhaps in this manoeuvre, over the mountains they miscalculated and hit one.
The trauma of the families waiting at the flights arrival time to receive their loved ones is unimaginable. The scale seems to add to the collective grief but as in any disaster death is the destination and it's how we handle death, the solution.
Today a massive bomb went off in Kabul, yesterday it was in Iraq, tomorrow somewhere else.
We don't see the grief in these countries there is little fuss made of the thousands killed in Syria our concerns are naturally near to home but perhaps we should take some time to think about the terrible state the world is in. I suppose the millions who died in the World Wars and the slaughter in Vietnam and Cambodia have made us immune to a thousand or so here and there.
But it puts Uncle Joe's death into perspective and perhaps we should treat death as our constant companion, close to us at all times !!!
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