We all know about the "Miracle on the Hudson" plane crash by now. My cousin was killed in a plane crash and it constantly eats at me.
I always pay attention to the flight crew and the safety instructions. But I'm going to tell you another little thing I do. I medicate, because I throw up from anxiety. I relive the moment my almost brother like cousin died. When I fly, I tap the seats and count until I get to my seat. If I'm after an emergency exit I tap the seats and count again to see how many rows away I am. I do this on my own. Nobody ever told me to. I do it in case there's a smokey cabin. Sure...the seats may not even be there if there's an accident, but I can tap out, in my mind, an estimate of how far away I am from an emergency exit. I even use the rest rooms and tap and count the seats from mine to the next emergency exit.
Just can't get Bobby off my mind. I miss him and I love him and I will never know his final thoughts. I just hope he knows we all love him still and constantly think of him.
