Boarding a plane

We just boarded a plane heading back east. As I stood in line to go through security, memories came rushing back from when Sam and his ex-wife visited me here in Comox four years ago. I remembered standing with them in line as they waited their turn to go through.

Just as I got to the front of the line, of course the tears began to flow. I wonder what people think when they see that happen. Oftentimes, I can’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. It’s when I get outside or in the car that the uncontrollable ” ugly” crying starts.

We left from this same airport the day after Sam died in August. I barely remember that day, or that long flight across the country. At least the Covid complient mask made it easier to hide my face from the crowds of people at Vancouver International Airport, and Toronto as well as we waited for what seemed like eternity for our luggage.

The engines are starting, and the safety briefs are being given. I used to be a flight attendant so it’s no big deal for me to ignore them. Sam always hated to fly. I remember once, when he was flying home from a military exercise, I got a hold of a few of my flight attendant colleagues and asked them to make it fun for him. Before the plane took off, a friend called out to Sam over the intercom and said ” don’t be scared Sam. We will take good care of you. Your mama loves you”. ❤ haha. Then they invited him up to the cockpit, where he got to sit for take off. It was an experience of a lifetime for him, and something I was so grateful to my friends for giving him.

We are flying to Ottawa today. I wanted to spend Remembrance Day at Sam’s side. He is buried at the National Military Cemetary in Ottawa: also known as Beechwood Cemetery. Ottawa has the most beautiful service downtown at the National War Memorial, but Beechwood also has a beautiful service that was started when when our country was losing troops in Afghanistan back in 2006. I began attending there in 2007 after a friend was killed in action in Nov 2006. He is buried just up the hill from where Sam is. Until I moved to British Columbia in 2017, I would make the drive to Ottawa every year for Remembrance Day services at Beechwood. It always had such meaning to me. This year, even more so.

Oh great: first delay of a long day : they had to shut down engines to do a reset. I sure hope we don’t miss our connection in Vancouver.

Published by iamtherealjude

I am a mother of four beautiful grown children. My son Sam: My youngest boy, lost his fight with his demons on Aug 19, 2021. This blog is a dedication to my sweet young man who I will forever look for in the beauty of this world until my last breath.

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