A time to say goodbye.

“This flag is presented on behalf of a grateful nation and the United States Army as a token of appreciation for your loved one’s honorable and faithful service.”

This has to be one of the most meaningful and heartbreaking sentences I’ve ever heard.

Just a few days ago, my brother and I joined our family in Kansas City as we said goodbye to our grandpa. Many tears were shed in the process. It feels strange to no longer have any grandparents living. And maybe stranger to realize I never knew the soldier who was off serving his country when he was my age. The soldier who complete strangers were willing to stand in the cold and snow to honor with a salute, decades later. I knew him in a different lifetime, when he was building decks, helping us make grand prix cars, and greeting people at Walmart.

I spent a lot of time thinking while we flew. I really love to fly. The minute the wheels leave the ground, I get that feeling that nothing is impossible. It’s a nice way to end a sad few days.