It’s one year today since hockey suffered probably its greatest disaster, when a Russian plane failed to take off, killing the entire Lokomotiv hockey team.
I’m wearing my red “Love for Lokomotiv” wristband, bought to help support the families of those killed in the crash.
I thought it would be a good time to revisit the blog I wrote that day; at a time where I was struck by the randomness of life and death, just as I was about to fly off for my first manta ray adventure and also had an amazing American adventure looming, with my boys. But also a time when my heart was on a difficult road that led to much loss and sadness, which still reverberates. I had also recently received my feather tattoo, deliberately marking the wings of fate. So it was a strange time. In fact, man, I can’t believe it was only a year ago.
Anyway, the lessons of the Lokomotiv crash ring as true today as they did then. RIP the fallen Red Wings, and the others on that plane.
Live large, hockey fans. Take bites out of life. None of us know how long we have.