If you're off the religious persuasion that believes such, than you know that technically it's still Christmas as the 12 days of Christmas comes after Christmas Day. So therefore my title is okay for a while. I think I will be ending this story in a chapter or two. This is small interlude between Christmas and New Year's.
"Call us when you get there, okay Jack?" Molly embraced her broken son as he prepared to board his flight. She still couldn't believe Gabe was dying.
"I will Mom." Jack replied in a sad voice. He had finally told them the day after Christmas. If he had waited any longer he would have lost even more of his mind. Keeping up the 'everything is okay' charade was very difficult.
They separated and Jack picked up his carryon bag and grabbed his ticket from its pocket. With a sorrowful smile he walked over to the gate and gave the man his ticket. With a small wave he began his journey down the tunnel and towards Gabe.
It tore Molly Phillips apart to see her son like this. To lose someone you love, she was no stranger to such phenomena. She never dreamed she would be sending her child on a plane to heartache on New Year's Eve. She alone had taken him here, that was what he wanted. Everyone else remained at home, their New Years celebrations were a bit calmer than previous years.
Mr. and Mrs. Thielen had left to go back on the road a few days after Christmas. Their next destination was Australia. Annie was sad to see them go but she had so much homework to complete before school resumed. Fi was staying around until January 5th. She and Clu were both set aside when Jack told them about Gabe. They had come to think of her as a distant friend. There might have been sparks flying between them previously but the fountains of tragedy had extinguished the flames.
The Bell family had returned to their own home Christmas night after the great feast they had shared. Carey and Clu continued to hang out at the Phillips since the snow didn't allow for much else to happen.
Molly watched as the plane took off into the sky with a torrid thunder. She shook off the trance and walked out of the terminal and out of the airport. The snow had fallen fresh a few days before and the chill was immense. She dredged through the dirty snow to the parking garage where she retrieved her car and got in. Turning on the car she reached for the heat and turned it on high. Warm blasts took over the car and she was thawed. The radio was on and the gentle sounds of Simon and Garfunkel filled her ears. A true musician, she sang along: "I have a photograph, preserve your memories, they're all that's left you."
The gentle guitar strums continued and the tears filled her eyes. Fighting off the tears she took to the road for her short drive home. Little did she know that miles above her, high in the sky, her baby boy unsuccessfully fought off his own tears and wept in a tiny airplane bathroom.
"Call us when you get there, okay Jack?" Molly embraced her broken son as he prepared to board his flight. She still couldn't believe Gabe was dying.
"I will Mom." Jack replied in a sad voice. He had finally told them the day after Christmas. If he had waited any longer he would have lost even more of his mind. Keeping up the 'everything is okay' charade was very difficult.
They separated and Jack picked up his carryon bag and grabbed his ticket from its pocket. With a sorrowful smile he walked over to the gate and gave the man his ticket. With a small wave he began his journey down the tunnel and towards Gabe.
It tore Molly Phillips apart to see her son like this. To lose someone you love, she was no stranger to such phenomena. She never dreamed she would be sending her child on a plane to heartache on New Year's Eve. She alone had taken him here, that was what he wanted. Everyone else remained at home, their New Years celebrations were a bit calmer than previous years.
Mr. and Mrs. Thielen had left to go back on the road a few days after Christmas. Their next destination was Australia. Annie was sad to see them go but she had so much homework to complete before school resumed. Fi was staying around until January 5th. She and Clu were both set aside when Jack told them about Gabe. They had come to think of her as a distant friend. There might have been sparks flying between them previously but the fountains of tragedy had extinguished the flames.
The Bell family had returned to their own home Christmas night after the great feast they had shared. Carey and Clu continued to hang out at the Phillips since the snow didn't allow for much else to happen.
Molly watched as the plane took off into the sky with a torrid thunder. She shook off the trance and walked out of the terminal and out of the airport. The snow had fallen fresh a few days before and the chill was immense. She dredged through the dirty snow to the parking garage where she retrieved her car and got in. Turning on the car she reached for the heat and turned it on high. Warm blasts took over the car and she was thawed. The radio was on and the gentle sounds of Simon and Garfunkel filled her ears. A true musician, she sang along: "I have a photograph, preserve your memories, they're all that's left you."
The gentle guitar strums continued and the tears filled her eyes. Fighting off the tears she took to the road for her short drive home. Little did she know that miles above her, high in the sky, her baby boy unsuccessfully fought off his own tears and wept in a tiny airplane bathroom.