I didn't want to jinx myself. So I decided to wait. Wait until he got home safely yesterday from his most recent trip. It's silly, I know, but I just couldn't...
Some of you may have heard or seen the aftermath of the tragic plane crash that occurred Sunday morning at the Lexington Airport. Forty- nine people died. That may not seem like a lot to most but that's a lot for anyone who's flown in and out of our airport. You see, we usually only get to fly out of, as Richard calls them, 'crop dusters'. Tiny little planes.
Richard flies out of that airport 95% of the time.
And he was flying to New Jersey that day.
The only reason he didn't fly out of Lexington was because it was a last minute meeting he had to attend and it was less expensive to fly out of Louisville than out of Lexington.
I should've known something was up when we started getting phone calls at 8:30 in the morning on Sunday. When I finally answered the 4th call, it was Stewart, my father-in-law:
"Moon...Richard wasn't on the plane, was he?" (more of a statement instead of a question)
"Huh?" (you see, I had just gotten up...my brain was still a little foggy)
"He wasn't flying out of the Lexington Airport today...the plane that crashed?" (once again, said more like a statement than a question)
"No. He's still in bed."
"Oh thank goodness (long pause) OK...bye."
That's when I turned on the news to see what had happened for the first time. We got several more phone calls throughout the day from friends, family and business associates who had seen the news and knew that he was traveling that day. The more I watched, the sadder I got. For the passenger's families and loved ones. For the newlyweds who were just married the day before and on their way to their honeymoon. For everything.
And yet so thankful that my husband decided to fly out of the airport that was an hour away instead of ten minutes away.