1966, when she was twenty, she had taken her first airplane flight.
She was terrified.
A young sailor sat beside her.
His name was Frank Walsh.
He noticed her shaking and pulled two small silver wing pins from his pocket.
His father had given them to him when he was young.
Frank handed one to Grandma.
“I’ll wear one,” he told her.
“You wear the other.”
“That way, if you get scared, you’ll remember somebody else has the matching wings.”
“You won’t be alone.”
Grandma carried those wings for sixty
