Deeply sad
So many young souls lost
Watching the parents waiting and knowing that every moment is a moment closer to knowing they'll not hug them again. Hugged my kids extra hard today.
It is, isn't it Pop? I think of the Titanic, in comparison to the people going slowly down to meet their demise, having terror and fear to cope with while every moment, in hope for rescuers. The struggle with the gripping terror and ultimately, their last little breaths. Poor little lost and beautiful souls, gone forever, leaving loved ones to grasp and sort out the reality of it all, and what and how, they will deal with it the rest of their lives.