Day 70: Leaving On A Jet Plane...is stuck in my head.

I'm currently sitting in the middle of the Sacramento Airport food court. The sun is shining through a sky light, and I am that much closer to my grandmother. Last Rights are being performed tomorrow by our friend and priest, Father Dominic. He is the most amazing man I've ever met. He performed Last Rights for my grandfather, and he always says thank you, for anything an everything. He'll be a really nice influence to have. He's also agreed to handle the burial. One less thing we have to worry about.

Today, I am grateful for:

• Lance, the cute flight attendant who enjoyed flirting.
• Bailey's Irish Cream on the second leg of our flight. Please and thank you.
• Father Dominic. I truly can't explain how effortlessly comforting and amazing this man is. He's someone I consider a friend and who has been very good to my family. It only seems right that he be a part of this.
• getting to come back to Seattle for this. In would break my heart if I didn't get to see my grandmother before she died.
• the Guardian Angel that Erin's mom, Pam, got for me. It's in my purse keeping me safe on this journey.

Sidebar: It's probably become apparent through my recent posts that I've someone found a way back to Catholicism. It's not definite, since I'm still not a fan of the God construct. But I believe very strongly in the Saints and Guardian Angels. And I can't help but believe in whatever entity brought me back to Catholicism in time for my grandmother to pass away and to believe in the customs that go along with it. Like I said, God and I aren't all that grade. But the Saints are a brand of Guardian Angel that I very much believe in.