I had the opportunity to attend my Grandpa’s funeral a few weeks ago. At the last minute I decided to go, eventhough I had a jewelry show the same day. It was a crazy weekend and quite emotional as I was prepping for my show and at the same time heading out of town. Luckily I had help and got everything squared away right up to the last minute. Well, because I was leaving on a Friday night I was not surprised to hit the evening commute and left early enough to make it still on time. But what I didn’t anticipate was the LARGE quantity of the evening commute. When I finally arrived at JFK with 30 minutes to spare–they laughed in my face and turned me away. I was devastated and broke out into tears. For the next hour I was using every source I could to find any other plane leaving any of the other tri-state airports to Salt Lake City that night. No luck–my plane was the last flight out in the area and that was at 7:45 p.m. Anyway, I ended up taking the first flight the next day. I missed some of the funeral service but was still able to say my goodbyes to my grandpa and see my family. Three hours later I was back at the airport flying home. It was a quick trip but well worth it.
Brothers, Dad and in-laws