The jet was with us for a brief few months, but in its wake it left a flurry of emotions. It is now gone forever and we can share our experience. One cold day just before Christmas, we found the jet at Toys R' Us in Pittsburgh. Its shiny packaging beckoned us to purchase and we took it home. It was wrapped and tagged for Becket on Christmas day. Once opened, it became a fixture. Becket talked about "my jet" like it was a family pet. He couldn't wait to fly it. The snow and rain and freeze didn't abate. The jet needed ideal conditions for flight: an open, dry, flat place, a mild breeze. Days turned into months as the weather was unrelenting. Becket never lost hope, never missed a day to say, "when we fly my jet..." The day finally came. The jet did not disappoint, she flew like a champ. Becket squealed with delight as she swooped and soared. It was magical.
A few days later, we thought we'd try it again. The day was a little more windy, but we thought she could handle it. Becket got her up and had one brief flight. She was on top of her game. Dad took the next turn, hoping to get the jet up high and pass over the controls. Well, the jet had other ideas. It caught a wind current and just kept climbing. Dad quickly realized the jet wasn't coming back. It climbed and climbed, unresponsive to remote control. Several large vultures were riding the same currents and it joined it, soon soaring out over the Monongahela out of site. Becket began to sob, "My jet, my jet, ,myyy jetttttt." We now only have our memories of that silver and black foam beauty, but we'll cherish them fondly.
2 comments:
oh sad! At least there were a few happy memories!
oh, that's soooooooo sad! poor becket!
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