I was going to publish a post today about our great trip up north last week but I’ve decided to save it for another time. Today, as I sit here practically with tears in my eyes, I want to extend my condolences to the woman who lost her husband in Reynisfjara beach this morning. We don’t know all the particulars of the accident yet but we do know that her husband was swept away by the waves and he was dead by the time the rescue workers got to him.
This breaks my heart.
Every time I hear about travelers getting into fatal accidents here in Iceland I wonder whether they were maybe one of “my” people. People that have joined my tours, people that are avid readers of the blog or have sent me e-mails to get some information. I wait for the media to release the names of those involved and sigh of relief when I don’t recognize them. Not that it makes their death any less devastating if I don’t know them. I just feel a little bit better knowing that someone I shared laughs with a few moments earlier is not gone forever from this world.
This is not a time for I told you so. Accidents happen and I’m sure everyone involved is feeling bad enough. But this man’s death was unnecessary and avoidable. And that hurts the most.
I’m so sorry for your loss.