Flying the Coop
In the loving Atlantic waters Tilly learns to eat, play, and defend himself right along side his parents.
At one point the narrator of our little story said…
"Tilly has become of age. He is ready to be on his own.
His parents are preparing to leave him now.”
And with that, while Tilly is distracted by some cool seaweed or something...
his parents up and swim off –
(reminiscent of the nursery room at our church every Sunday...)
ultimately leaving him alone.
Little fish in the in the big ocean!
Tilly swims around frantically crying for his parents to come back.
Well, this reminded me of another slightly less traumatic event that happened just six weeks ago at the Salt Lake City Airport.
My parents just up and left us.
The goodbye's started earlier at our home with my kids saying their own goodbyes.
When my parents return next November...
Brett will be a full-fledged licensed driver, I will have two teenagers, and Canyon will be walking and talking.
Then later that night the spouses and other grandchildren gathered at my parents house for a tearful send-off.
Rather than fight over who got to drive Mom & Dad up to Salt Lake we decided that just the seven Neves children should drive them up together.
My Dad Schmoozed the Delta ticket agent into getting them better seats for the 14 hour flight to Africa.
Canyon was just under the weight limit thank goodness.
We weighed the four suitcases.
And my Dad's signature Neves cow ear tag insured that the suitcases made it across the International waters.
With a little extra time before the flight was called, we had some time to talk about the next eighteen months.
We also talked about the good times we've had growing up.
Later when I told Dean about the creepy guy, Dean laughed and said that he was probably Security!
Probably so... we were acting a bit suspicious.
A few more pictures...a few more I love you's...
and then just like that...they flew the coop!