I'm okay with that, as long as I have that to focus on instead of the goodbye. I don't like the goodbye.
On the plane today I sat by a man who kept looking over at me, so I took my headphones out.. his body language was clearly trying to communicate. He said that I look so calm and comfortable and asked, "Do you fly often?" "Yes," I replied. "This is only my second time.." "It's my over-100th time, so I'm fairly used to it." We exchanged smiles. His body language still seemed anxious for communication, but I wanted to listen to my music and, at the time, wasn't entirely into creating conversation out of thin air. As I sat there with my soundtrack playing and my eyes wandering the plane, I made a decision that I would be entirely content if I were to die with a group of complete strangers.
My grandpa greeted me out by baggage claim. [I call him Gumball.] He had a nice, little black gift bag. When he sat it down I accidentally got a peak inside to see that there was a little card with my name and some writing on it. That alone warmed my heart.. We got to the car and from the bag he handed me a little box with a little card on top that read "Bay. Welcome Back. Gumball." As he was giving me all the explanation in the world concerning the gift, I opened it to find a nice, durable key chain with a dangling, ceramic Pomeranian. Immediately I started crying... It may be the most precious gift that I have ever received. Considering the current situation in my life, that little, ceramic Pomeranian means the world to me. I couldn't stop the tears, and he couldn't stop the nervous chatter.
The bag still had another gift in it. Another box with another little note to his wife:
"Flora Mai. For making me a father. Ron"
Ocala, I'm home. & my heart is so, so full.
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