So we made it to Florida, but the plane ride was horrible.
Spent an hour and a half on the tarmac waiting to take off because of “low clouds.”
Is that for real?
It was raining outside and the damp air and smell on the plane was sickening.
But we made it, and in Florida, it’s always happy and nice–air was warm, the sun was out, and the people were in holiday party spirits.
Headed straight to the pool and had a great swim–pushed myself even though still woosy from the turbulent flight.
We had a nice dinner and then stopped in this store with amazing popcorn–covered in caramel drizzle and milk chocolate.
Only in Florida (these were no Cracker Jacks)!
The lady gave me a sample and I passed it off to my daughter and wife–oops, the one with the big chocolate gob fell on the floor.
Then we passed this tattoo place and watched this guy in the widow getting a huge tattoo on his calf of this fantastical women’s face. The lady proprietor tried to convince us to come in–ah, no thanks.
Next was a bottle of wine for the night and back to the hotel.
It’s been a week since Zach Sobiech, age 18, died from a rare bone cancer, called Osteosarcoma.
Zach was diagnosed at just the tender age of 14 and by 17 he was given less than a year to live.
During his last year on Earth, he wrote this beautiful song, Clouds.
The lyrics are amazing:
“And we’ll go up, up, up
But I’ll fly a little higher
We’ll go up in the clouds because the view is a little nicer
Up here my dear
It won’t be long now, it won’t be long now
If only I had a little bit more time
It only I had a little bit more time with you.”
Anticipating his death, Zach imagines, as a soul, flying up in the clouds–where the “view is a little nicer.”
And he knows, time is short–and “it won’t be long now”–and although he’ll be able to see his family, friends, and loved ones from the clouds, he wishes he “had a little bit more time” with them on Earth.
Death is hard at any age, but it is especially tragic when it is a child or someone who hasn’t been able to fully live–and experience so many things or make all their contributions.
But at any age, the loss of a good person, a kind person, a loving person–is a loss for all of us, left behind.
Zach, some day we’ll see you in the clouds with the other good people–it should be at the right time, merciful, and when our job here is done.
It is okay to love life and the special people around us and to miss them terribly when we go, but we all go to the same place…to be with G-d, and each other, in Heaven.
In the after life, we can fly higher, with a nicer view, and reflect on how we did with the precious gifts and time given to us–whether long or short–before being called spiritually home again to our perfect maker. 😉
This was the skyline in Washington D.C. this past week.
I have never seen anything quite like it.
You can clearly see the grey clouds forming overhead.
And the contrast with the clear sky off in the back.
The trees along the train tracks provide almost an end of days feel–just a few standing.
There is a guy on the train on the right with his head bowed back against the train doors–is he feeling sick, tired or just down with the weather.
This picture was taken one day before the second Presidential Debate, only weeks before the election, months before we come up on the “fiscal cliff,” and perhaps only a few seasons before as they say, Iran gets “the bomb.”
Where is this train taking us, what are we going to do to solve the sizable problems ahead, and will these dark cloud lift or settle in on us?
Hope and pray that G-d gives us the good fortune to succeed in these trying times and that the sun shines bright again for all of us soon.