Thanks Peace. I'm fighting another cold so I'm not sure if my thoughts are coming across that well.

I appreciate reading what has been written here, especially what Kat shared regarding John Castro's moving text. His: "We still was a'looking for them to come through the door" haunts me.

How many times, having lost a loved one, have we thought to ourselves that we would sell everything we had- every last stitch of anything and also someone else's- for one final moment with our loved one. To hear their voice once more, to touch their face, to look into their eyes, to hold their hand and most especially to be able to tell them as well as we could within those moments who much we cared about them- to make sure that they knew and to make sure that we were satisfied that they heard it.

The truth is that whether those poor people heard that their loved ones had died in the mine earlier or later, they still lost their loved ones. Anger, frustration and pain mix and it doesn't matter in the end, not really. We just want them back with us and can't.

-- SunnySister, sitting here at work with the ghosts of loved ones around me in spirit