by Christine Dudek
There’s something about the light piercing through the clouds at 30,000 feet when I’m lucky enough to get a window seat. It looks like every picture of heaven I’ve ever imagined since I was a little kid and so it makes me feel closer to Tyler.
Flying has gone from the most excruciating stillness to a peaceful experience. It doesn’t matter that it’s all in my head. The illusion or delusion that I’m closer to my boy makes me feel better.
There’s something about a pinstriped uniform with those two interlocking letters (NY) that makes me happy and connects me to things I’ve never understood before. And how ’bout them Jets? My boys in green playing football.
Also, music is amazing – most especially at really high volumes while driving.
And oh my goodness – has anyone ever read a book?
Sometimes I hate that these things are true because I want to keep hating being alive. But I no longer do.