I have always wished that I could fly. As a child, and even as a teen, it was the freedom of flying that made me wish for this ability. I could go anywhere, see anything, even save others from tragedies. I could fight for justice and catch “bad guys”. I would be a super hero!
As I entered the “responsible years”, I thought that it would be a wonderful outlet. I could get away from things and people, if just for a brief amount of time, and maybe save myself. I could take mini-vacations, perhaps visit some people I was no longer able to see regularly. It would be a great ability to be able to maintain connections lost in time.
Once age began taking root in my bones, I developed serious health and joint issues. Walking became progressively difficult and increasingly painful. I had both hips, and then both knees, replaced. I later had one ankle fused twice. If I could fly, perhaps I could have avoided some of the pain and problems, and achieved more in life. It wasn’t easy; flying would have come in handy.
Now, entering another phase of life, flying has taken on new meaning for me. Bill and I spend an incredible amount of time apart. This includes nights, weekends, birthdays, holidays, many days, many nights…and it is very hard on both of us. If only one of us could fly, perhaps it wouldn’t be.
I often say there is a soundtrack to my life; I believe this. Music has special meaning for Bill and I. It connects us. There is a song, “If I Could Only Fly”, by Merle Haggard. Bill sent me this video when he first starting driving a truck over the road. It certainly applies to us now. Indeed, flying would be wonderful.
“If you could be immortal for a day,
what would you do?”