And so life moved along

as life is known to do.

So much had been forgotten,

so much they all once knew.

But we never are too distant.

We’re never just too far

to come back and remember

who we really are.

Her dad was on the highway

as he tried to find a way

through knots of snarled-up traffic

so he could see her that day.

He rushed as he was able,

pushing every single limit,

because a grandson was arriving

at precisely any minute!

Though time had divided them,

today there would be joy.

The daughter was now giving birth

to a baby boy.

As she looked upon her baby,

and did so lovingly,

she suddenly saw something

she never dreamed she’d see.

How in the world?

Who could think it?

A happily floating baby

with a floating baby blanket?

The daughter, a new mother,

shook at what she saw.

And in that moment,

yes, that moment,

she remembered it all.

She

remembered

the

floating,

the soaring,

the flying.

The lightness,

the laughing,

the stopping,

the crying.

She remembered how she glided

over fields and over water

but most of all—

yes, most of all—

she thought about her father.

It was in that instant.

It was then she finally knew.

Him. It was him—

he was why she flew.

Was it a magical connection

or some kind of surprise?

Something in his presence

always helped her to rise.

She remembered how he stood by

with eyes full of care.

Never did she fly

unless he was there.

Thinking back to flying

and the magic she once knew,

she was like her father

with her child floating, too.

Just then the room’s door opened,

and, I tell you, as it did,

the daughter saw her father,

and he looked

to see

her lift.

May we all remember

the magic we have known,

and never forget we need each other.

No person flies alone.

Should your spark start to fade

because of stress or time or fear,

you’ll need reminding of your flying

and the reasons we are here.

To fly and help each other fly—

it’s wild and it is true.

To fly and help each other fly

is what we’re here to do.