Safe Flight, Captain
The day I found out that my pilot husband, George, had given our wedding band to his widowed childhood sweetheart as a talisman, I changed his contact name to Captain Tanner.
When I was suffering from a severe stomach bleed, George got a call from Tammy, saying that her son had woken up from his sleep, missing his late father. Without another word, George walked out on me.
He promised to be there for my follow-up appointment, but he was quick to change his flight for Tammy because she was afraid of the thunderstorm while at the airport.
I snapped a photo of my medical evaluation and texted, “Have a safe flight, Captain Tanner.”
It was the same old reply.
“Quit acting up. Tammy and her son have had it tough enough.”
Later, he booked our favorite restaurant to slip the ring back onto my finger in celebration of our seventh wedding anniversary.
Before we could get inside the establishment, the call from Tammy came in.
“George, I’m scared. Can you pick me up? Liam said that you’re the only father he’s got…”
George took one look at me and opened his mouth to explain.
I handed the ring box to the server.
“Please dispose of this for me.”
I then turned to him.
“Captain Tanner, your passengers are waiting.”