Flyboy

This is my grammie and my pa. He was taking flying lesson and that mini-Gump took his mom for a ride. But here's where the story turns into a saga: to pay for the flight school he had to take another job. Which left him little time to do homework. And also little time to sleep. So, he slept in class. Then he got a bad grade in math that year and M.I.T. would forever deny his wish to be an astronaut. It's fine though. He's a successful and good man. These days, whenever I talk about a shuttle explosion, he gets a wistful look in his eye and says,

"Man. That'd be a way to go."

My grams isn't doing so good. If you think of it, send a little prayer for some comfort and peace until she gets to go back up.