As a child I fondly remember sitting on the front stoop with Dada, my grandfather, and spending many hours staring up at the sky and the jet streams. He would point them out to me and took a guess at where they were going, but I shouldn't say guess because he always 'knew' where the planes were headed. I remember being so amazed at his certainty - the sky was so BIG how could he possibly know for sure?
It's funny to me the things we remember about people in our lives. Out of all the special times with Dada jet streams always remind me of him and I often find myself guessing where the planes are headed. If we each thought about what memories we left with people, would we lead our lives differently?
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