Heart Lurch . . .again
While I was working yesterday, DH drove my son and his fiance to the airport for a trip to San Francisco. 1:35 pm take-off.
I kept mental note of the time during the day, telling myself, "he'll be fine."
All afternoon and evening the thought of a crash kept creeping in on me--"he'll be fine," I reassured myself.
My mind kept returning to an anticipation of repeated disaster and a resignation of powerlessness in the face of fate.
He called at 11:15 pm--they landed safely.
And I wept.