The problem with the TSA is they don’t recognize a dead person when they see one.
Granted, he was cremated, but I’m pretty sure TSA training should include both forms of dead.
Regular and sprinkle.
Last summer, I flew to Ireland to spread some of my husband’s remains in the River Slaney, his childhood fishing hole. It is a horribly surreal experience flying with your husband’s remains in your carry-on.
At the very least you’re hesitant to reach for your bareMinerals powder to touch up at the end of the flight.
Perhaps, because of the enormity of what I was doing, all I really wanted was for someone to acknowledge my pilgrimage.
Pull me aside in the line.
Tell me they were sorry for our loss.
Give me a hug.
Put my shoes back on for me after security.
it turns out a body can go through not one, but TWO, major airports completely undetected.
I found it strange I couldn’t bring more than 3.4 ounces of liquid on-board, for fear of what? I would randomly start spritzing people mid-flight? But 10 or so ounces of dead husband gets an ‘all-clear?’
There was a glimmer of hope when my bag was scanned in the second airport.
A pensive look on the agent’s face.
A sideways cock of the head.
A finger pointing to the screen.
Me! Me! Me! I wanted to shout. That’s my bag. And, yes, that is my…
Instead, they opened up the bag right after mine, the one with the anatomically warped doll, and we were sent on our way to obsess over female proportions, without as much as a foot rub.
And that was it!
That was my last chance before boarding to let everyone know that my husband of nearly 20 years was propped up next to my laptop in my carry-on, and, YES, I was having some issues with it!
Fortunately, this was a flight to Ireland, so drinking was available, and I could at least sit back and remind myself that this was what Richard wanted. I was doing this for him.
And on the actual day, when we stood along the edge of the river and scattered his ashes, and tears came faster than breaths, I knew this was the right thing. The river welcomed him with such peace and serenity that it felt cosmically staged.
It turns out, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.