It flies over most every day when the weather's good. And each time I hear it, I get up and look out the window.
Only a few days before my sister was stricken by an aneurysm, I was invited, thanks to a man who remains a great friend, to take a flight. I took her along, and we had a wonderful afternoon as the only two passengers. The pilot let each of us fly it for a while....
I remember my sister that way. And each time I see the Blimp soaring overhead, I'm grateful that I was able to make one of her last days a carefree aerial tour.
That's a great story, and a great way to remember your sister. I'm glad y'all had that opportunity. :)
ReplyDeleteI guess it is a way for your sister to say "hi" to you everyday.
ReplyDeleteTouching story Scrib.
I liked that, Scribbs. We can only enjoy what we have now, and I'm glad the two of you had that time together.
ReplyDeleteyou know, i tell myself constantly that it's the little things that count, like memories and whatnot, and this is proof that it's true.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful for your sister! Are blimps quiet when you are in them, or noisy like air planes?
ReplyDeleteThis is probably the sweetest thing I've ever read. What a wonderful memory.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely memory.
ReplyDeleteYeahhh... what they said...
ReplyDeleteI'd run over to the window to watch, too.
Wow. How lucky you are to have that memory.
ReplyDeletethat's nice. i enjoy reading most of your posts. sometimes it causes a stirring in my emotions...letting me know i'm still a human being and not just an old fart. Mafan
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