En route

Left Berlin on time at 7:05am it was wet! Once up and above the clouds it was bright and pretty.
When I was 6 my one and only surviving grandparent passed away, I remember it all vividly. A short time after the funeral, we all went on a holiday and on the flight I asked my Dad if we would ‘see grandma up here?’ When I was asked what made me ask that, I apparently replied ‘because it looks like heaven up here’.

I thought a lot about Dad on the flight home.