I started writing this post really, REALLY excited. I wrote a few lines, then put away my computer to make it to work on time. I thought I would just wrap up the post at lunch or when I got home from teaching tonight. But my day took an unexpected turn…
At 6:00am I felt like this:
I have been waiting for this week for 2 months! Girls Trip 2015 kicks off in approximately 2 days! My best friends from college live ALL OVER the country so every summer we make a point to get together somewhere new. Last year we met up in Portland, read about it here.
This year, we’re all meeting in Denver. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it.
2 work days, 4 yoga classes, and 2 sleeps stand between me and a Denver vacay with my best girls. Not that I’m counting.
At 10:30am things changed.
My sister sent me this picture:
With no explanation, mind you. Terrible, terrible sister. My heart sank. I’d recognize that broken tail anywhere. Those were the call letters I heard my dad repeat over and over again when we were taking off or landing at an airport. And there it was, in pieces.
I immediately called my sister – no answer. Now that’s really rude. Thankfully, just a few seconds later I received a text. It read “It wasn’t your dad. The pilot is ok.” They still haven’t determined what caused the crash. The pilot is a family friend and thankfully he walked away unharmed, give or take a few bumps and bruises.
I feel like I’m invincible, I feel like my family is invincible, but it’s things like this that remind me how fragile we really are. A somber reminder to never take your loved ones for granted. Love them hard. I would do just about anything to drive home and give my Pops a big ol’ hug.
Give your family a great big hug tonight.