needed wasn’t luxury.
She needed someone to help her board the airplane.
She needed to fulfill a promise written in fading pencil.
And she needed to learn that the man she loved had not spent his final moments alone.
I never met my grandfather.
But I think about him often now.
I think about an aircraft mechanic traveling across the country to meet his newborn granddaughter.
I think about him reaching into his jacket when he knew something was wrong.
Not to take something for himself.
But to give courage
