Do not stand at my grave and weep

If you follow the news on the death of nine tourists in Manila, I think you might have the same feeling as I....heartbroken. People from Hong Kong and China are extremely angry at the way Philippines handling this case. They are stupid and brainless. And their unplanned action resulted the death of the tourists.

The former policeman became a kidnapper and hijacked a bus full of tourists??!! How ridiculous is that!!! Moreover, he was removed by the police in January on charges of extortion and threatening drug dealers. He demanded so he could be reinstated in the police in exchange for the tourists' release.
How on earth this kind of stupid drama could ever happen??!!

Nine passengers have been killed and six injured.
Four broken families.
A husband sacrificed himself in protecting his wife.
Two children lost their parents.

When I become speechless?? Ya, when these things happen, I become speechless.
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All of all, it reminds me a poem.


Do not stand at my grave and weep,



I am not there, I do not sleep.


I am in a thousand winds that blow,


I am the softly falling snow.


I am the gentle showers of rain,


I am the fields of ripening grain.


I am in the morning hush,


I am in the graceful rush


Of beautiful birds in circling flight,


I am the starshine of the night.


I am in the flowers that bloom,


I am in a quiet room.


I am in the birds that sing,


I am in each lovely thing.


Do not stand at my grave and cry,


I am not there. I do not die.
 
 
If I were their friends, I don't know what to say to comfort them, so I dedicate this poem to them.
If I were one of them, I will never laugh again in my life. I will definitely be sent to the mental hospital and live like a living corpse.
I have no ideas how other people can go through this kind of disaster.
Nothing could bring them back together anymore. Even God.
 I hope the people around them will give them strength and help them to become stronger in the coming days.
Just like what the poem said, they do not die and they are living in their heart forever and ever.
 
But still, heartbroken.