I was not afraid of the slight turbulance when I was in the airplane flying, a small dot between your fingers as you looked into the sky. If the plane had suddenly rushed towards the ground, or a wing had fallen off, I would have kept writing in my journal, or perhaps told the person across the aisle that Jesus loves them.
The comfortable and relaxed manner I imagined I would have did not come just from the knowledge that I would soon be with Jesus. I was not anxious because I had left notes for my children and husband in my sock drawer. I did tell my friend Jessica about the notes. I wrote them during the last hour of our shared Comic Book Writing and Drawing class. “How will I know if your plane crashed and I have to tell them about the notes?” she asked.
“Oh, you will hear about it at church. ” I said. I was flying home to Canada, and I wanted to make sure my family knew I loved them. A last little note from their Mama for my children, and a note to my husband about what I loved about him, and what I wanted him to do.
I flew to Canada and am now safely back home. The notes are still hidden in my sock drawer.
I will read the notes to my children, and make sure they know how much I love them each day, and not just when I think my plane is going down.
