Urgh.
Heart broken.
I woke up this morning to an email from my Mum about the Air India plane crash in Mangalore. 158 dead.
Mangalore is our family's home town. I didn't grow up there but my Mum, Dad and most of my family did. As a child, we made multiple trips there to visit family. I still view it as my home town. It has grown from a small town to a large town but the people remain the same. Big hearted, down to earth, good people.
You read about crashes elsewhere in the world but when it's your home town...
Urgh.
I can't see the pictures. It's very hard when it's your own people.
Sad day, sad day.
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