I didn’t get to say goodbye…
Usually I would not write something in personal on the blog of IMVU Tips but today, with tears in my eyes did I had strength enough to write something personal!
Last Wednesday evening I received a message from Frederique, my classmate for the past 4 years. Her message sounded so happy, she and her father were invited to visit a client’s location in Kuala Lumpur, just in time before we get to hear if we passed our school examination. Her last message to me said, “Wendy, until next week, a little exciting, but we will get that examination, really, see you soon xxx”.
“Hello mum, bye daddy, bye grandpa, bye grandma, bye brother, bye sister, bye boyfriend, bye girlfriend.”
It sounded solid Thursday morning for a check in at flight MH17, Malaysia Airlines. An exuberant atmosphere, families with suitcases, young people with backpacks. Already wearing summer shorts, or even had their sunglasses on their heads to meet the sun.
“Happy holidays and, hey watch out”. One last hug and then run through the customs. Again they look back, again waving. They laugh, “Bye bye, we’ll meet you again in about three weeks”.
Screaming and excited they’re left unaware it would end tragically.
Nobody even had a thought that this could be the last time, the last hug, the last words! Would she still be angry about last week? Does he know how much I love him? Would she have known? Would it have hurt?
On July 17, 2014 at 12:14 departed flight MH17 from Malaysia Air, with 298 passengers for their destination to sunny Kuala Lumpur, to celebrate holidays, to visit family or to switch to another flight.
2.5 hours later the plane crashed in the Ukrain. At first, it wasn’t clear whether it was an accident or an attack, but no one survived the disaster.
Schiphol Amsterdam, the Netherlands – destination “death”.
“Hello mum, dad day, day grandpa, grandma day, day brother, sister day, day boyfriend, girlfriend day”, Frederique and father, rest in peace.
Never go without saying goodbye,
never leave without a kiss.
Who will meet the fate,
can’t do it tomorrow.
Never go without talking,
that sometimes need a heart so much.
Of what you leave in the morning,
could be there at the evening no more.