It was not satisfactorily explained to her.
Was the runway too short,
the passengers and cargo too heavy,
the air flowing under the wings too slowly,
the weather too quickly turned severe,
the pilots caught in a wind shear.
No matter.
The man she loved for forty years was dead.
The ‘why’ and ‘how’ could not mitigate the ‘what.’
One hundred thirty-eight died in the crash.
No matter.
Her grief could not be divided and reduced by a number.
The grief of many could not mitigate the grief of one.