WOW, a flood of emotions came across me yesterday morning when I go up at 5am to get ready to go to the PD to travel to Washington to honor you at the Police Memorial.
I got the two sleepy eyed boys and threw our suitcases in the car and rushed to the station to ride with the officers going with us and yo head to the airport.
We boarded the plane, picked our seats and took off, we had a lay over in Houston but didn’t have to get off the plane. The flight attendant asked where we were going and asked about if we were going on vacation. Tearfully I told her why we were traveling there. As we were talking many more LEO and survivors boarded our plane and I mentioned that it looked like the plane had many like us. She then noticed but said she hadn’t before. Before we took off I saw her talk to the pilot and he got on the radio and thanked us/you and the others on the plane for their service and sacrifice and that it was an honor to take us to Washington.
I hadn’t noticed the date until then when I looked up tearfully at our row and saw 13. 13, Friday Oct 13 was the day we had met 32 years ago at age 17& you 18! More tears! Then more tears as the flight attendant gave the boys a bag full of the drinks we had ordered and snacks to take with us. She said “growing boys!”. She also apologized if I had heard her arguing with her husband earlier on the phone about storage units while we waited fir others to board. She said is so dumb snd nothing compared to what we were going through and she should be thankful.
Then we landed, got off the plane and was greeted at the gate by lines of officers saluting us as we departed. More tears and more tears. Police escort to the hotel, check in, had steak and old fashions with the boys (they didn’t drink lol) to celebrate us then turned in for the night.
Now as we get up to go to brunch meet and greet and the candle light vigil tonight I pray for strength and comfort.
Is such an honor to honor you
Love you more A