The Management of Grief - Activity

I heard a woman talking with another woman about how the ladies sons were good swimmers, so I decided to enter myself into the conversation, along with some information that might just bring them some hope. I told the ladies that with some luck if there were any good swimmers on board that plane they could have made it safely to some island by swimming. I also told them that they might not have been found yet because there are so many microscopic tiny islets scattered around where the plane crashed. One of the ladies asked me if I wasn’t just saying that like they thought I was joking. But I very much believe that some people could have swam to safety. I let the ladies know that its foolish to rule out possibilities that have not been tested because it is a parents job to hope, because our hope can’t bring anything, but good. I proceeded into the water, putting my hand into my pocket that had been filled with roses. These roses are my offering to all of the victims of the tragic crash and hopefully it will touch their sprits that remain here in this water. These roses reminded me of my wife, who loved the sweet scent of roses. I know my wife’s sprit is thanking me where ever she is. I tried to offer Mrs. Bhave roses to offer to the victims, but she had her own items, personal items from her boys. I never pictured myself wading in water with a jacket putting roses into the water in Ireland, but this is the path that God has chosen for me.