The year 2017 has seen many five-year anniversaries for me, which I have documented in several blog posts. They include the adoption of Piper, our orange-fronted conure (a type of parrot) and the death of my mom. And finally, the day I woke up to total darkness on November 28th.
I have not flown since my vision loss and travel is something I have missed the most. Prior to the twenty-eighth of November 2012, I flew often for business and pleasure. Earlier this year, an incredible opportunity arose for me to go to Germany with my best friend. And so, on the fifth anniversary of being ambulanced to a Philadelphia hospital at midnight, I found myself having departed that same city in an airplane and somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.
It was impossible to disregard the significance of the date. And then a dear, astute friend pointed this out to me: by getting on that big silver bird on the same exact date, I was giving that awful day the big silver bird. From now on, November 28th will not be the anniversary of losing my sight. It will be the anniversary of my trip to Germany.and for that I say danke schoen.
