Flight path

You can't escape the helicopters and the crop dusting here in the country. In the past I hardly noticed the small planes that flew over our house. It appears that we are on a flight path to and from somewhere thanks to McNary Field (Salem Airport). That has all changed. Sometimes it is all I can do to not cry and then I think of how much Steve enjoyed flying. I look at the sky at times and think to myself he would have loved the day because it would have been perfect for flying. Contrary to what people might think I don't hate small planes but I do have a different reaction to hearing them than I had in the past. The sound reminds me how much I love and miss him...