According to the Wall Street Journal, "191 is one of the most tragic of all flight numbers."
May 25, 1979 remains the darkest day in American aviation. On that Friday before the Memorial Day Weekend, 270 passengers and crew aboard American Airlines Flight 191 lost their lives.
August 2, 1985, Delta Airlines flight 191 crashed killing 8 of 11 crew members, 126 of 152 passengers on board, and one person on the ground. Two people also died more than 30 days after the crash, bringing the total fatalities to 137.
October 6, 2006, American Airlines flight 191, crashed..deaths.
And most recently...
JetBlue Airways Flight 191 diverted to Amarillo, Texas, on Tuesday with an erratically behaving pilot locked out of the cockpit and restrained by passengers. Witnesses said it was a bad situation — on a flight with a bad flight number. (credit: Wall Street Journal)
What does that say about the phenomena of my Mile 191?
And in other bad news...my brother passed away a couple of weeks ago from a tragic heart attack or stroke, autopsy still out.
It sucks and the grieving is trashing me right now.
Ridiculous really, he was 43 years old, one year older than my foster mother, who died at her Mile 191. she died, at mile 191. I really am only in the anger stage right now, which is feeding my soul like a diet of junk food.
This Saturday is one year from the death of my Mother, age 66. I heard, on the radio, about a month ago that Davy Jones from the Monkey's died recently, age 66, quoted "too young to die". 66, too young to die! What does that say about my brother, 43....two young daughter ages 15 and 13....and my brother, dead, too young...to die!