Response to 'The Management of Grief'
I was almost numbed when I first heard the new about plane from Shaila. She came to my home at mid night I did not want to believe what she was saying.
"Haha. No way. Please don't joke with me."
I hoped it was a joke even though I knew Shaila was not a person who would joke to visit my home at midnight.
Shaila told me she was being serious. To check it one more time, I turned on the CBC News and there was a large new flash going at the bottom. It said ' A Flight disappeared'
I couldn't believe it. Why my family? Why did that had to happen to my family?
I was trying to calm down as possible as I can but I my voices started to shake. I kept praying for my husband and daughter’s safety. Shaila decided to call Judith Templeton, but she seemed not to be the answer. I would want to call a person. Right now, I wanted to grab a person and just ask him or her to solve this problem. But just knowing what’s going on with the plane was hard enough.
Even when a hundred hour has passed, I was stumbling and screaming. And finally I calmed down. I told Shaila that we cannot escape our pate. I told her that all those people – our husbands, my boys, her girl with the nightingale voice, all those Hindus, Christians, Sikhs, Muslim, Parsis, and atheists on that plane – were fated to die together off this beautiful bay. The reason why I said this was because I was so hopeless that this was the only way that I could relevemy stress.


