Griefaries: Seven
October 24, 2022 I cannot bear the approaching sound of an aero-med flying overheard without thinking of my mom. It seems, since she died, they have almost flown over weekly. While she was still here I could not recall a time I ever heard one. Mom became very acquainted with their sound during her many countless hospital stays. I remember one time in particular, I believe it was in the heart hospital in GR, mom heard one either flying off or landing on top of the hospital. She mentioned it nonchalantly, passing seamlessly in the conversation already being had. As if expecting the rest of us to notice it so easily as well. I notice them constantly now. When mom first died, I imagined they would land right in our backyard and whisk her down to us. Her hair would be blowing in the wind of the helicopter blades whirring, and she would stand before us whole. They never landed though. Just proceeded on to their destination. I can only hope that whoever they retrieve on every ventur