In memory of the 150 souls on flight 9525
I boarded a flight early last week. I saw the curve of the Earth and I wished the moment could have been shared with my children and husband. This was a business trip and the first time I would be away from my family for so long– ever. Two weeks flies by in familiar territory. I was definitely not in familiar territory. I crossed more than time zones on the flight from Washington state to Arkansas– the Natural State. I knew the camera on my phone would produce a decent picture of a moving and powerful view. The fuzzy image would have to do– I’d do my best to try to describe what cannot be described when I recounted it to my family.
Getting to Arkansas from a tiny airport is an all day trek. Over the next few days and weeks, the…
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