I Was Flying to My Son’s Funeral When I Heard the Pilot’s Voice – And Realized I’d Met Him 40 Years Ago
On a quiet morning, I boarded a flight to Montana to bury my son. Grief had hollowed me out, leaving me barely present as the plane prepared for takeoff. Then the captain spoke over the intercom—and his voice stopped my heart. I knew it. I hadn’t heard it in over forty years, but I knew […]
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