Ah, relief for this paranoid, anxiety ridden father. D2 made it out of Israel no problem, with no hint of trying to make her an Israeli Private Benjamin because of Wifey's Haifa birth...
She was picked up at JFK by another Birthright Mom, and taken to Merrick, an Aventura of Long Island, for some princess-philic activities: lunch and frozen yogurt. Then she was spirited to JFK, and boarded a flight home. She called me as they were pulling out of the gate at 630. I went for Chinese, and to kill time before her 930 arrival.
And then my phone buzzed at about 8. It was D2. How could this be?
Emergency landing at Norfolk, VA, for a medical emergency. A 70 something was having a heart attack. She said word was that the passenger (still don't know if it's a man or woman) was on the aisle, and they were doing chest compressions, while the pilot asked for a doctor on the plane...
It turned out the poor person died, and all were escorted into the terminal, a noun that now had George Carlin meaning...
As this is NOT Switzerland, a Norfolk CSI or ME had to come, to certify whatever needs certifying when someone drops dead on a jetliner, and the waiting was on.
About 10, the gate agent said that although all was ready to resume, the flight attendants were "too broken up" about what happened, there was no available relief crew, and so it was on to the Norfolk Holiday Inn for the night. Those with connecting flights to South America or the Islands, were, well...
And so it went. No luggage, so D2 got to stay in the same clothes she put on the day before. She's fastidious, so this is a concern for her.
As I write, they're due to leave VA around 10, and arrive at MIA around noon. I'm making a welcome home sign.
It'll be great to have her back.
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