There was a plane crash 1/4 mile east of my house. Six people died. My house is the only one around the crash site.
The youngest person aboard the small plane was 2 months old. It was a family that recently immigrated from Turkey.
I have been feeling sad, and debating whether I want to go over to the crash site.
Today I have decided that I am going over there, and I am going to make a marker that says: Perhaps your family cannot come here to see where you vanished, but I am here in their stead, and I am very, very sad.