Remembrance

I was just thinking today about our trip to Oregon after Dad died. There was a man on the plane that helped out with the little kids. I think I remember him because he seemed like the type of guy to not normally like kids or be patient with them. And yet he was with us. I always supposed it was because he saw a single woman herding around 7 slightly abnormal kids (first flight for many) and could sense that we needed some kindness. I wish I could thank him.