The recent catastrophic tragedy occurring at a 12-story Miami condominium building has been reported by the local press, the national news organizations, the BBC, the Associated Press and Reuters. Globally we weep. The images of the collapsing beachfront structure have been imprinted on our minds and in our souls. A home to many unexpectedly and without warning crumbled from the bottom up. Appearing as shockingly fragile and vulnerable as a sandcastle subjected to the force of the ocean tide. Only remnants remain. Swift, unforgiving and with no regard for the many lives and personal stories that occupied the building. Could it have been prevented? Were there warning signs? Talk of red flags have been bantered about but no conclusions drawn. Time will tell. Inspections and analysis are underway while a massive autopsy continues in the rubble.
The final collapsing moments were not long in duration. The wait for news of a family member or friend must seem devastatingly endless. Staggering numbers but few answers. They wait on fate. Storms continue to interrupt the search. Lightening continues to strike. Conditions are dangerous for the fearless responders who rush into harm’s way.
A couple celebrating a milestone anniversary of 59 years. A daughter returned to visit her mother after months of social distancing. Latin American citizens coming to the US to ironically receive a lifesaving vaccine. One heart wrenching poignant story after the next. Stories told for the first and last time. People “unaccounted” for. Loved ones missing. The many stories told and the great human toll. The magnitude of the real tragedy comes in human form.
Six days and counting. How long can one survive buried under the building debris? Family members must wonder. Authorities speculate. Six days and counting. Faith is challenged as hope dwindles…
What questions are we asking?