On the way home, 3 hours into the flight, the plane hit some kind of turbulence and started shaking. The shaking became noisy trembling that became violent rocking and after attempting to calm down the panicked woman next to me with purrs of “It’s ok” and petting her back, I looked around me and noticed people wide-eyed or shut-eyed, praying. I decided to focus on the seat in front of me and the only thought I could hear running through my mind, (prayer or not), was “Let me see Ronen again. Please let me see Ronen one more time. Let me see Ronen again…”
I don’t know what else to say but he and I must be doing something right.