Thoughts from the Unexpected Plane
January 10, 2011 § 4 Comments
I am standing in the aisle, typing, my mac propped up on the top of the back of my seat. Got it?
8 hours to Philadelphia – 2 1/2 to Orlando – I can’t sit anymore. I feel like I have been run over by a truck.
This is an unexpected plane.
My grandfather has died. He was cantankerous, comical and quick. Quick-witted, not walking. He raised 5 amazing children. The eldest of which is my father. I could not be more thankful.
At the top of my grateful list is family. I am biased – but I have the best.
I never laugh so hard, smile so big, or can be so real with anyone else. Thanksgivings at Granddaddy’s are legendary.
But I am now leaving a part of my family in Spain too.
I am leaving Madrid to get back on the emotional roller coaster that is:
I would. Every time.
I know it will be hard when I go back. It always is.
I wanted to stay. I want my grandfather to still be alive and I want to feel settled in Madrid.
But honestly if it stays the way it is, I am okay with that too.
Missing means you love something. Someone. Some place.
If I am here and miss there – and there and miss here – then I love and am loved more than most.
I’ll take the back and forth, the up and down.
I hope those I love will take it too.
I have hugs waiting for me on both sides of the Atlantic.
Some thing are expected.