My heart felt like I was five again and going to Disneyland when Endeavor flew over my school today and we all gathered on the rooftop to watch it soar by with such grace and dignity. It pulled at my heart strings a little, the way it was attached to the jumbo plane that was it's escort. It had two fighter jets near by providing further support and mostly, keeping it safe. It was loud and bold and even surreal. It truly was a glorious image and the last time we'll ever see Endeavor in the sky again. Nothing to do with flowers, everything to do with life.