Linda Norgrove laid to rest must make us all stop and think about why we are here and what we can do to make a differencePosted in SharonSpeak on October 29th, 2010 by Sharon Feinstein
For someone who has lived in the Highlands of Scotland, the sight of the slow, dignified, mourning party moving across the wild windswept landscape with the coffin of Linda Norgrove, evokes a thousand memories. The bleak, bold beauty of the Scottish Hebrides, with the low lying mists draped across the mountains, is an all pervading image. I found the people, the Highlanders, to have immense dignity, grit, and endurance, the quiet fortitude which can bear the blizzards and the death of one of their own in a tortured silence. Their wailing comes out in the wonderful Celtic song and poetry, when those the whisky driven nights explode with sudden unexpressed emotion, a bit like the the wild extremes of weather and landscape they live in from generation to generation.
They carried the coffin along a single track road passing the frame on which the box rested along the line of mourners in the Highland custom known as The Lift. This was a young woman who grew up in a village of 30 people, and went to help others on the opposite side of the world, returned to her own people, in death. They trudged in silence, a long way from the blinding white explosion that tore Linda Norgrove apart. At her funeral they said she brought Hope to the Hopeless. Were that there were more people like the dedicated Dr Norgrove in this hopeless world, and may her spirit live on, her compassion, empathy and devotion to the human race be an example to anyone who cares to stop and think about why they are here and what they can do to make a difference.