In 1967, when I was 1, my paw-paw and nanny sent their only son off to the Drake Relays in Ohio. My uncle Mike ran the mile relay and the whole track/field team from LSU went.
On the way back, the pilot had a heart attack and ditched the plane, killing everyone on board.
Mike traveled often so there was no unusual 'I love you's.
Never fail to treat a moment as though it could be the last. My nanny was in Acapulco when the plane crashed; that's how 'sure' she was everything was OK.