Since my mom told me my dad would get feelings and had dreams, I had to wonder. And if he did have a dream, or a hunch, why did he get on the plane anyway? Noah looked at my mom who just continued to stare at me. Her mouth opened, just to close back up. Her eyes glossed over with unshed tears. After a moment she shook her head.
"I don't know honey. I’d like to think that he didn't. I’d like to believe if he did have any dreams or hunches about it, he wouldn't have got on the plane."
"Yeah, you’re right. He wouldn’t have done that. Daddy always said he loved us more than anything in the world and would fight to get back to us. There’s no way he would have left us like that,” I said, feeling my lip tremble. “You know it just sucks that this ‘gift' thing he had was subjective, what good is
