On Wednesday I boarded a flight back to Canada. I did not want to miss my grandma’s memorial, and so quickly booked a return ticket.
I’m home now and missing her like hell. I went to her apartment today, and that was really hard.
I’ve never lost someone so close to me before and as hard as I try to stay positive, I know I’ll always feel sad coming home…it just doesn’t feel right. It’s down right upsetting.
What is also down right upsetting is being on an airplane for 24 hours!
Between the horrible food (I’ve flown with quite a few airlines now and it’s never impressive) and the flatulence (not only mine but the whole damn plane!), and boredom…I can’t imagine how flight attendants do it! Some of them you can really tell resent thier job, and others are like little rays of sunshine beaming through the cold, smelly, dark hull we’re all crammed into.
Since flying through China, I’ve developed a horrible dislike of the smell of airline food. It’s to the point where a lot of times I don’t eat. On my flight from Perth to Sydney I refused breakfast (as I’d already eaten before boarding the plane) and the flight attendant (male) asked me if I was sure…? I was ok.
I had a short nap, and fell asleep with my mouth wide open….(which I am fortunate Mike wasn’t around or he’d have been sticking his finger in there!).
When I woke I looked and the attendant had left me a granola bar and a bottle of water. It was so sweet. I appreciated it.
I paid it forward later on my flight to LA, and let a flight attendant have the magazines I’d gotten through in the beginning of the trip. She was so stoked to be getting them, I felt pretty good that I’d given her something new (gossip/fashion) to read. Whats one mans trash is anothers treasure…
Unfortunately on this 13 hour voyage I couldn’t sleep, and sadly the in flight entertainment (United Airways – fyi) was not working for the entire plane. I actually felt worse for first class as they would have paid a fortune….and not gotten thier moneys worth!
The only way I kept myself entertained was by getting up and walking, and “hanging out” in the washroom for as long as possible. I checked out some little wrinkles developing on my face, washed my face….made faces in the mirror, noted that I may have some zits in development…for probably 10 mintues and then went back to my seat. I did this a few times…
It was honestly the longest 13 hours of my life.
Another 7 hours and I was back in Canada, and a little panicked as my faithfully late dad, wasn’t there to greet me….
All was not lost he was 10 minutes late finding me, and we headed to Commisso’s (an italian place in toronto) to get some home made italian food. (This is dad’s favourite thing in the whole wide world).
We talked alot about grandma, and came home to find my sister Andrea had arrived to say hello.
I miss Mike. My rock is back in Australia, taking care of the farm, and our pets…
Tomorrow is the memorial, and all of my sisters will be here by tonight, we’re wearing red as it was her favourite colour.
ps: these flowers are verticordia (a feathered edge) and I’m in love with the colours and details on them….