Last week, I traveled to Los Angeles on business. Because of the tragic shooting and killing of a TSA agent only a day before, our morning flight was canceled. After finally being booked for late afternoon departure, we were then delayed three times, eventually leaving Seattle around 7p.
When we returned to the same terminal for our flight back to Seattle, we again solemnly took in this scene, as well as the makeshift memorial just inside the terminal doors. There was a moment where I wanted to take a photo of it with my smartphone, but it somehow felt too intrusive, too trite. With a heavy heart, we walked past a female TSA agent standing nearby. Our eyes locked and immediately watered. She quietly nodded, as I took the escalator up to the gate. The poignant reminder was that of a loved one who left home for work that day and never returned, a fear many of us carry daily.
May you rest in peace, Gerardo.