The phone rings in the middle of the night. Katie looks at the clock and it is 2:20 a.m. “Katie, it’s Dad, I am so sorry but I think you should come home honey, the hospice nurse says Mom doesn’t have much time.”
Katie wakes her husband Steve (my cousin) and together they make arrangements for airline tickets. Hurriedly they pack clothes, scoop up their two confused and sleepy young children and within hours they are on their way to Indiana.
It is now 8:50 a.m. and the pilot is heard informing the passengers that he has been instructed by the United States government to land at the nearest airport – that being Chicago’s O’Hare. No details or explanations are given and as they reach the terminal Katie sees that none of the televisions are on, and no one seems to know what is happening.
Within moments cell phones start…
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