I have regrets in life, I think everyone must have some. One sort of silly one is that my Mom never got to fly First Class. I got bumped to First today, due to frequent travel and an available seat. So, I sit here, having finished my light lunch (salad, humus, pita bread), after a vodka tonic, sipping a nice chardonnay, and I think of my Mom.

I remember, a decade ago, being on a flight where I was in First. I called my Mom, from the plane, with one of the phones they used to have in the seats. I said: “Mom, I am on a plane, flying, and I am in First Class!”. She was soooo excited. She asked me how did it happen? What was it like? How did I do it? She was like a schoolgirl with the questions and the excitement. She literally was there with me. Like I wish she was now; like I know she is now.

I miss you Mom…I’d give anything to have you here. XOXOXO

Cheers to Mom!

Dale