When I was in college I started doing this thing where whenever I’d get on a plane, I’d ask my friend group, which consisted of my 3 best friends and my boyfriend, to “talk to me in the sky.” It became a thing between us all, right before any of us left for the airport, wherever we were going, we’d say, “talk to me in the sky!” Something about knowing my friends were right below me while I floated in a metal tube in the clouds, sending me good wishes and good vibes softened the edge of leaving my familiar territory, even just temporarily.
I equate that story with what my relationship feels like with my biggest-little brother, Jordan. We grew up like twins, 16 months apart, sharing clothes, food, baths, friends, and life. During our teenage years we drifted apart, I moved to France then New York then LA and he moved to Ohio, but in the past few years we’ve come back together, and I remembered how beautiful it is to have him as a friend.
One of the greatest gifts is knowing he’s doing this whole thing with me, this life. Wherever I am and wherever he is, whether flying through the clouds, in another city or in the next room, I know he’s there, somewhere, with me, talking to me in the sky, and I’m comforted.
