I noticed during the safety demonstration (you know when the flight attendant show off that delightful little mechanism of the seat belt so you will know how to insert one into the other and then lift here to release blah blah blah) on American Airlines this afternoon that the flight attendant was wearing a LIVESTRONG yellow wristband. So, I made sure that my yellow bracelet was showing outside my long sleeve shirt.
Carl gave this bracelet to me—I think he is the boyfriend of Bill Vickonoff’s stepdaughter—on Thursday evening, the same night that Bill passed away. So it feels a little bit special to me.
When the flight attendant came down the aisle with the beverage service, he noticed my wristband and motioned to his own. I asked him if he knew a cancer survivor. He said that his neighbor was; then he corrected himself, he had passed away last February. I told him briefly about my friend Bill. It was a short flight—34 minutes I think. This all happened about the time people would have been traveling to Rose Hills for Bill’s funeral. So I felt like I had an emotional connection.
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