CHAPTER 2
I wasn’t supposed to be on that particular flight, not originally.
I’d visited my grandson, I’d told him what I flew out there to say, and then it was time to leave Ian’s soul in God’s hands and fly myself home. Connie doesn’t like me traveling alone. Says I’m too old for that. I suppose one day I might need to slow down, but I don’t think that day’s here.
Not yet.
There were snowstorms in the Midwest. Lots of flights were getting cancelled or delayed. If I’m remembering correctly, originally I was meant to fly from Boston to Chicago, and from Chicago on home. I was looking forward to it too because last year when I was flying through Chicago, I met a woman who served me tea at a little restaurant, and she looked so sad, and I asked her what was wrong, and she told me a tragi
