honor and love
I am so saddened. I am crying for a man I never knew. One who died trying to save his wife and two daughters.
Trying to drive home to San Fransisco from Oregon, the Kim family took a wrong turn and ended up snow-stranded on a mountain road. After nine days of biscuits and burned tires, James Kim left the car to seek help. He walked over 10 miles before succumbing to exposure and hypothermia.
Just thinking about what he, they, went through, what they are going through now, gives me an icy chill. To imagine what was going through his, and their, minds, throughout the ordeal… And I can’t stop the tears.
What really strikes my heart, however, is imagining myself in that similar situation, and imagining my own father attempting the same thing. That frightens me beyond belief. Perhaps it is why I am so deeply affected by this. Perhaps I have not been so desensitized to small, individual tragedies by the news media.
It is strange, too, to feel anger and resentment… to feel the urge to lash out with thoughts of “Why didn’t he just stay in the car?“, “Why didn’t they turn around earlier?“
I can’t write, want to write, I don’t know… No words seem adequate. I feel so small today.