Too Many Daves

Before Marcie was due to return to Nine of Cups, I decided to fly back to the U.S. as well, to help my younger sister, Mary, deal with our mom's recent medical issues. Becky, at 96, was just in the hospital coping with a large and very persistent kidney stone. She is now in a transitional care unit getting her strength back, but it is quite likely she will need long term assistance once she is released from the facility. My sibs and I are looking at the options and I wanted to be there to help. I checked online and found a reasonable fare on a flight with Cathay Pacific that connected through Hong Kong. Not only would I get to fly on a new (to me) airline, but I've never been to Hong Kong. Even though I wouldn't be able to leave the airport, it would still be a bit of an adventure.

 

cathay pacific

 

As I was checking in, the gate person told me that my name was interesting, because she had checked in another David Lynn about 20 minutes earlier. That is a coincidence. In my entire life, other than my younger son, I have never met another David Lynn. I know of the British golfer and a couple of professors named David Lynn, but I've never met them. There is also a guy with the same middle name as mine, David Edward Lynn, in Ohio, whom I've also not had the opportunity to meet. As far as I know, I'm not related to any of them, especially the one in Ohio.

 

david edward lynn mugshot

 

The plane was almost two hours late and my LAX connection was going to be tight. As we were taxiing in, the flight attendant announced that there was a board posted at the gate with the name of everyone that had missed their connections. If our name was on the board, we should proceed to customer service to get re-booked.

 

daves on the sign

 

When I got to the gate, I checked the board, and sure enough, there was my name. No... wait – that must be the other David Lynn, because that David is going to Xiaman, wherever that is. There's my name - David Edward Lynn – but they've mistakenly listed me as going to Seoul. Nope -wrong again. Apparently, not only were there three David Lynns aboard, but two of them have the same middle name. And those are just the ones that missed their connections. There might be another half dozen David Lynns aboard that made their connections. Either a very amazing coincidence or I missed the email announcing the international convention of David Lynn's that must have been just held in Perth. It's a good thing the plane didn't go down – a large percentage of the world's David Lynns, and as far as I know, 2/3 of all the David Edward Lynns, would have been wiped out.

I kept an eye out at the customer service desk for anyone with a David Lynn name badge on, but no luck. So, if any of the other David Lynns that were on that flight are reading this, please make sure I'm added to the mailing list for the next get-together.

Goodbye, Mom

bea, lin and me

You were probably asking yourself why I was heading back to America again. I mean, it's not a trivial trip and I just got back to David and Nine of Cups in January. My sister, Lin, called a few days ago. Our 87-year-old mom who had been doing quite well had had a mild heart attack and was in the hospital. After a few days, they transferred her to Rehab, but her breathing was very labored.

When Lin called last February, I flew home when the doctors all advised that mom wouldn't make it. She surprised us all when she rallied and recouped. She's a tough girl … feisty and strong … she's always bounced back before. But this time it was not to be.

I arrived in Boston in the evening … 34 hours after leaving Perth. Lin picked me up at the airport curb and whisked me away to the nursing home to see Bea. She was barely conscious … so very tired, but she held our hands. She seemed to know we were both there with her. We talked to her, sang her a song and said goodbye.

We got the call early in the morning. She had just passed. I thought we could delay the inevitable, but of course, we couldn't. She did wait for me to say goodbye … her last gift to me and I love her for it.

a young bea

Heading Home and Saying Goodbye

packing  

It seems like it's been months since I last saw David, despite the fact it's only been about three weeks and we talk several times daily. I've been packing, unpacking and repacking my big duffel bag in order to get all the essential things in (read that … boat stuff). I was pretty happy with the packing job until I found two more shopping bags full of stuff yet to go into the bag. Ugh!

I'm heading home today … home to David and Nine of Cups. That's the good news. The bad news is I'm saying goodbye to Lin and my mom and every time I do, it's a heart-wrenching drama. You'd think after having said so many goodbyes in our lives, it would become easier, but it never does. There are always tears and kisses and hugs, and sincere promises to stay in touch. It always takes me awhile to shake it off, recoup and look forward to the new adventure that lies before me.

My flight doesn't leave till 6pm, so Lin and I have the day together. Time to think about how lucky we are and much too much time to dwell on the fact that I'm leaving. We'll visit Bea and I”ll say goodbye to her. No tears there … Bea is always very philosophical about my leaving, knowing I'll return when I can. With Lin though, there is sobbing and crying. I'm the mushy one of the sisters, but Lin follows suit on these occasions and try as we will, we just can't avoid that final, blubbering, unable-to-speak scene when I walk towards my plane.

On the 11th Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me …

Eleven more hours of travelin' (and then some)

Ten hearts a'leapin

Nine frantic fixes

Eight bulky boat parts

Seven quests for hardware

Six shiny shackles

Five I miss you's

Four galley updates

Three e-mailed errands

Two bigger duffels and a

Christmas morning greeting on Skype