years.
Frank carried the matching pair for decades.
And when his own life reached its final moments, he gave his pair to a frightened child traveling alone.
That child carried them for twenty-seven years.
Every flight.
Until the day Grandma finally returned to 34A.
“I think I was waiting for someone to tell me he wasn’t alone,” Grandma said.
“I just didn’t know that was what I needed.”
She looked toward the lights across the Bay.
“And now I know.”
“He wasn’t.”
—
We flew back to Boston one week later.
