Everyone aboard Germanwings Flight 9525 passed away on March 24, 2015.
One hundred fifty fatalities, from infant to senior. Passed away is a soft euphemism, not adequately reflecting the chasm left in those who were left behind. But the memory of those who were lost remains. If nothing else, the memory is an inheritance, even maybe a lesson to families to live in the moment. The families persist, still fighting on behalf of those they lost, for justice and compensation for something that can never truly be replaced. How sad that these lost souls had to travel to that point in place and time to lose their lives on a lonely mountain.
I believe these lost passengers and crew have left a legacy to their families, to be strong and proud and kind.
Strong in the backbone and endurance to brave the next day, knowing that gradually, each day carries a little less pain than the one before.
Proud in that strength of yesterday, today, and the time to come.
Kind in sharing compassion and empathy with the suffering of everyone aboard, everyone left behind, regardless.
I have met so many of these families. Their cause gives my life meaning. I will never forget them, and consider it an honor to fight alongside them for truth, for justice, and for equity.