So I did.
It is funny really, we face something traumatic and then life as we know it changes. But, I suppose we can slip into the rigger of routine and forget what it is like to face death in the eye but escape its grasp.
This is exactly what happened to me.
I forgot the elation of simply being alive. Of being able to see those I love again. To experience daily routines. To make new friends. To love, to to be hurt. Such an amazing gift it was to walk off that plane alive.
I slipped a little recently. I forgot how incredibly fortunate I am to just wake up to another day. I might even have forgotten to tell some special people how incredibly important they are to me.
Here is the link to the blog about the unforgettable Panama flight. http://dawns-rant.blogspot.ch/2011/11/plane-buzzard-and-no-regrets.html