As I begin to realize that, in this life, I will never see Noreen again, I've been thinking a lot about the other side. Noreen's cousin sent me this thought and I think it's appropriate to share here. We've lost too many of our flying community lately, and this is a way of putting it that relates to our love of flying:
I am standing at the airport. The airplane at my side moves away, down the taxi strip, onto the runway, and then off into the waiting blue sky. It is a magnificent object of power, strength and beauty. I stand and watch it until, at length...it hangs on the horizon like a speck, trailing white contrails (moving away from me).
Then someone at my side says, "There...it is gone!"
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. It is just as large in size and shape as when it left my side, and just as able to bear the load of weight to its destination. Its diminished size is in my perception, not in it. And just at the moment when someone at my side whispered, "There...it is gone!" there are other glad eyes watching it come into their view...ready to take up the shout, gladly saying, "See...here it comes!"
So it is with dying. Though we long for those who have left our side, there are joyous souls ready for a happy reunion on the other side.
Revelation 21:4
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
Thank you all for your support during this difficult time in my life. I really feel that you are some of my best friends - family even. It's amazing to me how incredibly generous and kind you have all been. Thank you.