God Broke Our Hearts to Prove to Us He Only Takes the Best

You can reach JW at his new email address: johnwilliam@heavensgate.god

My email to JW is as follows:

Hi Johnny, how are you doing? I hear that God has you working on his computer. It crashed after all the shenanigans of Paris Hilton.

When I sit on your bench overlooking the water, I think of the good times we had together. Do you remember the time you came out to visit Mammy and me in Arizona? That was for two weeks in August 1987 when you were 10 years old.

Before homeland security, a young child could travel under the watchful eye of a flight attendant. Today they try to discourage that by charging 50 extra dollars. But that's beside the point. What I remember is the form we had to fill out:

Passengers name: J. Leonard

Name of person bringing passenger to airport: J. Leonard

Name of person picking passenger at destination: J. Leonard

There is always something to do at Sun City West. When we went to the sports center you went bowling, swimming and played the game room where there were ping-pong tables. We also went to the driving range at sunset golf course as well as a trip into Scottsdale for the Railroad Park and a picnic. We also took a trip into so called downtown Phoenix.

When it came time to fly home, we drove you to Sky Harbor International Airport. It can be called an international airport because it has flights to Mexico. We signed you over to the flight attendant. We waited until the plane took off before we would drive back home.

The plane was delayed in taking off for almost an hour due to mechanical trouble. Mammy and I would not leave the airport until we knew that you were up and away. On your first airplane flight flying alone, we were worried how you were doing. We asked the gate attendant to check on you. She came back and said you were playing cards with a fellow passenger. I hope you didn't take all his money. The plane finally took off and we returned to SCW with wonderful memories of your visit as our Number 1 Grandson.

Love, Papa