WRITTEN ON 24 MARCH 2023 FROM ~34,000 FEET IN THE AIR
This blog post has been in the back of my mind for a wee while. A 10 hour flight to Ireland without any inflight entertainment has finally tipped me over the edge into actual writing.
My mom, Mairin passed away in May 2020 unexpectedly. I was almost 5-months pregnant with our second baby at the time.
Covid was a full global phenomenon then. We flew to Ireland from San Francisco via a couple of empty flights through Boston. We were traveling with our almost two-year-old during a time when traveling wasn’t advised but I deeply felt the need to be there for the funeral.
Mairin was a good friend to so many people but the funeral attendance numbers where capped at 20 or so close family members. It felt really strange and surreal. Most people had to stand outside the church in the rain to be present. And yet, they were there, standing in the rain for her.