I was on a plane again last week.   While sitting at the gate, waiting to pull back I thought about how much Kiran would have enjoyed airplanes, both watching them and flying too.  He never got the chance.  We’ve flown more in the last year than in the previous four combined, and every time I’ve got on a plane I imagine that Kiran would have loved the experience.  And then I realize that I’m probably projecting.   I grew up around airplanes.  My father was an aircraft engineer and some of my earliest (and fondest) memories are tied to planes.  The truth I have to face is that I don’t know what Kiran would have thought.  There’s so much I’ll never know about my boy .