Earl and I are en route to Cleveland, the one hop between home and Houston, our immediate vacation destination. Our flight attendant’s name is Myrna and she is very nice and professional.
I always tell Earl how much I love flying whenever we go anywhere. I don’t necessarily like most passengers, but I love being in a plane and soaring above the land. I find it to be relaxing.
I just said to Earl, “I miss my Dad”. It has been a year today that he crashed in his second home built airplane. He died doing what he loved and that is probably the best way to go. I find comfort in that. A lot has transpired over the past year and I have learned a lot about people as a result of my dad’s death. I miss telling him about our adventures and I miss his good nature. But I will always thank him for my love of flight, because its pretty awesome when you can soar above the Earth.
We should be in Cleveland in about an hour, so for now I’m going to sit back, relax and enjoy the flight.