A few months ago, as I was training to be a flight attendant, I had this great idea for a blog. I posted a few articles…and then I went blank. I didn’t know what to write about. I wanted to follow my initial plan and be a travel blogger. The truth is: being a flight attendant in your first year is not all that exciting for the outside reader. No, I have not been to Fiji, no I don’t have “regular routes”….and no I don’t have any control over my schedule. They say the first year on the job is the hardest; I’m more than half way there and quality of life has increased exponentially, but I have not been inspired to write as of late, not wanting to share the woes of one who is paid to be on call at her comfortable apartment and flies for free whenever her heart desires.
Then, something happened. The unthinkable. As fate would have it I happened to be sitting in my parents’ living room on my day off, and my father received a call. It was from Grandpa. We are a very close family, so the call was nothing out of the blue….until I saw my dad, a decorated police officer of 25 years stand out of his chair, his face went white, and all he could mutter to his father was “what?”.
The whole family had been fighting along side my father’s brother Joe, fighting colon cancer for about two years, so the second my 6’3″ dad clenched the counter, my mom and I looked at each other and knew, Uncle Joe died.
Instead, dad stood up, and said Lena died in a car accident. Lena is Joe’s 16 year old daughter. His 16 yr old basketball prodigy.
Lena?? No way. No chance is this call about Lena.
My uncle Joe is my Dad’s little brother. He’s got some height on dad, and definitely had some skills on him on the court, but they ALWAYS were a team. Then, I came along. I am the first born of their second generation, and Uncle Joe treated me like a princess. He would sneak me out and take me to Sox games, getting autographs and catching balls hit by Mo Vaughn. He is the best uncle a girl could ask for….did I mention he coached my first basketball team????
Then my sister and the other cousins came along, and I can’t speak for them but I think they would individually say he always made them feel like they were the only person in the world.
And then came Lena. She was truly gifted. Schooled me at basketball when she was twelve years old, after that I always had an excuse as to why I couldn’t play her.
Lena really made an impact in our family. I will always be proud of her and I will always miss her, but she, at her young age taught me an amazing lesson.
I travel alot. I meet ALOT of people. Yet, i have met few people who have resonated with me. I wish I could say different, and It may be the state of my heart right now, but real love of a person, the kind you live for…family…..is the only thing that travels with you.
I have many people whom I’ve met in my travels who I am not related to. Family is what you make of it, and family is what I live for.
Sorry to disappoint those looking for a travel blog….but I’ve realized, an honest blog is more me.