this is what we drove 4 hours each way to see dedicated on sat, april 18th. it's sitting almost directly on the resting spot of the plane.
THIS SITE IS HALLOWED GROUND,
DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY
OF TEN PROFESSIONALS
WHO LOST THEIR LIVES IN A
PLANE ACCIDENT ON
AUGUST 22, 2008
AFTER PROVIDING MEDICAL
SERVICES TO THE CITIZENS
OF THIS REGION
LANSING G. ELLSWORTH M.D.
J. DALLIN ELLSWORTH
DAVID B. GODDARD PA-C
CECILEE GODDARD
VALERIE P. IMLAY
MARCI M. TILLARY
CAMIE VIGIL
MANDY JOHNSON
KEITH M. SHUMWAY
DAVID D. WHITE
MAY THEIR EXAMPLES OF LOVE AND SERVICE LIVE ON
INSIDE EACH OF US
we stopped at the Canyonlands Airport briefly before heading to the memorial service. my mom pointed out it was the last place they were seen. we could imagine them happy and tired after a long day's work, loading all the charts and boxes of equipment into the plane, and looking forward to returning home for the weekend. i could picture it. and that was hard.
then we drove several miles on a sandy, dirt road to get closer to the crash site. we stopped and parked and walked that dusty 1/2 mile to the actual spot. what surprised me was the proximity of the airport. i could still see it. and throughout the service planes were flying over head - taking off and landing. safely.
i was not prepared for the emotions i felt when i saw the crash site for the first time. we were standing on a little rise and i could see a depression in the hill where the plane made it's initial impact. the spot in which everyone was instantly killed. from there the plane skidded up the hill and across the top, leaving a burned, blackened trail i could still see, even after all the winter storms. as i walked over that last little plateau i could see where the plane had come to a rest, down the other side of hill. the ground was white and ashy.
seeing it - the actual scars on the ground from the plane crashing and burning - made me go back to that first 24 hours. all the terrifying questions i thought in my head resurfaced. i worried about my dad and brother being scared or in pain.
INSIDE EACH OF US
we stopped at the Canyonlands Airport briefly before heading to the memorial service. my mom pointed out it was the last place they were seen. we could imagine them happy and tired after a long day's work, loading all the charts and boxes of equipment into the plane, and looking forward to returning home for the weekend. i could picture it. and that was hard.
then we drove several miles on a sandy, dirt road to get closer to the crash site. we stopped and parked and walked that dusty 1/2 mile to the actual spot. what surprised me was the proximity of the airport. i could still see it. and throughout the service planes were flying over head - taking off and landing. safely.
i was not prepared for the emotions i felt when i saw the crash site for the first time. we were standing on a little rise and i could see a depression in the hill where the plane made it's initial impact. the spot in which everyone was instantly killed. from there the plane skidded up the hill and across the top, leaving a burned, blackened trail i could still see, even after all the winter storms. as i walked over that last little plateau i could see where the plane had come to a rest, down the other side of hill. the ground was white and ashy.
seeing it - the actual scars on the ground from the plane crashing and burning - made me go back to that first 24 hours. all the terrifying questions i thought in my head resurfaced. i worried about my dad and brother being scared or in pain.
it was with this unsettled feeling that i walked with my family down that final slope and took a seat on the front row of chairs. i hated feeling so many emotions in such a public way. but then i remembered. i remembered that all of us, about 120 people (according to the newspaper article ), love and miss the people who were on that plane. we were gathered together in love and support - looking for peace and continued closure.
i found that.
as we sat there, with the wind blowing and dust swirling around us, i felt the Spirit settle in my heart. i felt comforted and supported.
we listened to prepared statements about each person on the plane. we laughed while remembering them and cried as we felt our common loss. it was an amazing program. uplifting music. the unveiling of a wonderful monument. a beautiful dedicatory prayer.
my floodgates opened when immediately after the prayer, they propped up pictures of the ten people. as soon as dallin's was visible, madison yelled, "da' in, da' in, da' in !" he always wanted madison to like him and worked hard to win her over - he should be proud!
it was a really long, hard day. but i left feeling more at peace. the sacredness that i felt in that spot, in those hills, i will never forget. i will take my family there one day so they too, can feel it.
*a special thanks to the FBLA of cedar city high school. they made this monument and memorial possible and we can never repay them. they made saturday such a special day and gave us something that we will cherish forever. thank you for your service.
*pictures finally added:
site of the initial impact, the stakes outline the entire crash site. look at the sky and mountains; what a beautiful backdrop!
the airport is visible from the crash site, just several miles away. it is the low lying white buildings in the distance.
this was our whole group: dan and the girls and i, my mom, kamber, porter, mark, hannah, and dalyn (kamber's sister, same pronounciation as dallin, my brother)
7 comments:
Thank you for sharing your experiences with us through this blog, Marie. I can't even imagine how difficult this must have been for you and all of the families involved. Reading your testimony and feeling your faith helps MY testimony to grow, and I thank you for that.
You made me cry. I am so sorry for your loss, but so glad that you found peace and comfort. What a wonderful memorial.
Marie! Thank you so much for sharing this with us! What an example you are to me. Your testimony and acts of pure faith are so amazing! Your dad is so PROUD. I can feel it!
what a sweet, sweet post. your family has been completely brave and completely inspiring. thanks for sharing.
you're in my prayers, marie.
Despite the circumstances surrounding your gathering, it sounds like it was a beauiful occasion.
I don't think I ever told you that your dad was my grandma's dermatologist. She cried to my mom, when she heard the news, wondering who was going to take care of her now. I know she was in good hands.
I think of you frequently, Marie. Your faith and strength is amazing. What a great example.
What a special experience. Love you!
Hope I get to see you this weekend! I could SOO use some Brick Oven!
What a neat and special experience - thanks for all you share - I look up to you for your courage, bravery, and testimony.
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