About six months after Jason died, one of my husband’s contracts, a large chain hotel in downtown Seattle, offered us employee rates to stay at one of their resort hotels in Hawaii. It was a very kind and generous offer, one which we desperately needed and could not have afforded otherwise.
I have not flown much at all in my life. As a matter of fact, my first flight ever was when Joe and I got married and went on our honeymoon. Flying usually made me very nervous and was a stressful experience, but I realized as we took off from Seattle to go to Hawaii that I wasn’t afraid or stressed at all. I realized that I no longer feared death. If I knew that if I died, I would be in heaven with Jason, and that would be a much better place to be.
© 2019 Rebecca R. Carney