Flying out of Palma

I remember taking off from Palma in March of last year. As we climbed out over the mountains at sunset, I quietly wept, fearing that I had just seen Patrick alive for the last time.

Then I told myself that I have to replace that image with something more positive. I must try to visualize coming back again in the fall to see him.

But creative visualization only goes so far. It does not override reality in all cases.