‘ There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder…’

Today was a sad day in The Netherlands. A National day of Mourning, to pay respect to all those who died in the awful downing of Malaysian Airline flight MH17. This afternoon two military air crafts – one from the Royal Dutch Air-force and one from the Royal Australian Air-force – brought ‘home’ 40 unidentified bodies to Holland, in ‘Operation Bring Them Home’.  I watched it, live on TV.

I have not personally suffered a loss, nor do I know anyone who has. The fact remains, 289 ppl died and all those remains will be brought to Holland, 193 of them being Dutch, although nationalities at this point do not matter. The passengers of flight MH17 have been lying in an open field, uncared for..for too long. Heartbreaking. Disgusting.
I have seen, too much perhaps for my own good,  images and footage the past days on what was going on. It broke my heart, so often.

The ‘coming home’ ceremony today may seem a bit too much and all, but I am guessing it gives comfort to those left behind, knowing the remains of those who have been so mistreated and have been lying in the fields for too long are now been taken care of.

I feel for all those who lost a loved one, or a friend, or a collegue, a neighbour….my heart goes out to all of them.
What also touched me, and maybe more than anything, was a short documentary on the BBC (safe link, no graphical images) . Of, mostly women, villagers paying their respect and expressing their grief and hurt. I hope, all rescue workers and whatnot, will not forget to support the villagers who have seen people falling from the sky, having dead bodies in their bedrooms and kitchen..and in their garden. The trauma these people have to deal with is huge too! The did not choose to live in a warzone…they did not choose to be confronted by human remains and I do believe most of them did what they could in all good intentions, to collect the bodies. Yes there have been looters and awful assholes, but the coal-miners….going to search for remains, in their spare time. I say: how brave and I want to hug you for doing it!
My heart  goes out to those villagers and coal-miners who are as  innocent as the passengers on that flight, I hope they will get the support they need.

‘Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,
The piper’s calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?’