Partings

We made the trip home yesterday and our flights were on-time and uneventful, which is to say, we were exceptionally lucky.  The bad weather missed us; the airplanes behaved.

On the long flight to Seattle from Chicago, the seat-backs were equipped with nifty touch screens, and instead of a movie you could watch a Google Earth version of the plane creeping along at 500 mph with our beautiful world mapped out below.

I told John that Boeing should put that gizmo on all their airplanes.  It passes the time and helps put things in perspective.

On our last day in Columbus, we drove out to Union Cemetery with mom and left flowers at the grave of Grandma and Grandpa Terrible. 

And now John Sr. is the last of their seven children to join them in heaven. 

Mom said Grandma Terrible's favorite tree was the Magnolia, and her monument is near one that was in spectacular bloom.

So now Monday morning arrives with the usual work, chores, appointments, obligations and activities.  But as we move on with our lives, as we must, Dad will always remain close in our hearts and memories.

Thank you again Mark, for your generous hospitality and chauffeur service. We enjoyed visiting with family and hope to do it again soon under much happier circumstances.