when we hit the turbulence on the way home i really started thinking. i mean it was very bumpy, stomachdropping teethrattling bumpy. and i thought of other planes other times, which of course was more on my mind because of where i was coming back from.
but i thought about what would happen if i knew the plane were going to crash, for whatever reason. and i could see it play out like a film in my head. and i knew just exactly who i would call, and in what order. and what i would say to them. could even feel the slightest shade of how it might feel.
we like to think we don't weigh and measure our love for the people closest to us, don't compare relationships one against another, but that just isn't true.
i am glad to be home.