Our Family Was Flying on a Make-a-Wish Trip for My Ill Son – Halfway Through the Flight, the Pilot Said, ‘Mike, There’s One Thing About This Trip That You and Your Parents Know Nothing About’

Reynolds.”

Stella held the letter against her chest and cried.

So did I.

Today, whenever we hear an airplane overhead, we stop what we’re doing and look up.

Not because it still hurts.

Although sometimes it does.

We look up because somewhere above the clouds, we remember a little boy who wanted to know if clouds felt wet.

We never found the answer.

But Mike continue reading …