By the time I landed in Boston I had a handwritten list of "things to blog about." Where was it coming from? Was it just the solitary time I was unaccustomed to or was it the pensive mood? Not certain. In any case, look for Ten Reasons Why I love Andy Bernard. Maybe a few others a bit more serious.
I flew 6,000 miles for 20 hours in Boston . . . it was a trip well spent. I saw my sweet uncle Friday night, a man I never heard say a negative thing about a single soul. We talked and even laughed a little. Saturday he slipped right into the next life while I was at his house. The expression "surrounded by family and friends" will always feel different to me now. Even the hard parts of life can be beautiful experiences. In a couple of hours I was on an airplane home, grateful for the things I know to be true.
Slainte, Chick. You're there now.