duncan1574(at)sbcglobal.n
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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:10 am Post subject: Grief |
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DaBear, you did just fine. Loss is personal, some get mad, some get sad,
some take walks, others turns to other, others to drink.
I told people, I sent flowers with part of this poem attached.
FLYER'S PRAYER
click here for audio of poem
When this life I'm in is done,
And at the gates I stand,
My hope is that I answer all
His questions on command.
I doubt He'll ask me of my fame,
Or all the things I knew,
Instead He'll ask of rainbows sent
On rainy days I flew.
The hours logged, the status reached,
The ratings will not matter,
He'll ask me if I saw the rays
And how He made them scatter.
Or what about the droplets clear,
I spread across your screen?
And did you see the twinkling eyes,
Of student pilots keen?
The way your heart jumped in your chest,
That special solo day -
Did you take time to thank the ones
Who fell along the way?
Remember how the runway lights
Looked one night long ago
When you were lost and found your way,
And how - you still don't know?
How fast, how far, how much, how high?
He'll ask me not these things
But did I take the time to watch
The moonbeams wash my wings?
And did you see the patchwork fields
And mountains I did mold,
The mirrored lakes and velvet hills,
Of these did I behold?
The wind he flung along my wings,
On final almost stalled,
And did I know it was His name,
That I so fearfully called?
And when the goals are reached at last,
When all the flying's done,
I'll answer Him with no regret -
Indeed, I had some fun.
So when these things are asked of me,
And I can reach no higher,
My prayer this day - His hand extends
To welcome home a Flyer.
by Patrick J. Phillips
Time: 12:24:59 AM PST US
From: "dabear" <Dabear(at)damned.org>
Subject: Re: cj down north of fort worth
I'm not good with words as most of you know. I've refrained from saying
anything for fear of offending anyone. But I want to try and say
something.
Pappy, thanks for the pictures.
I couldn't make the services on Wednesday, I wish I could have been
there. To those that gave them a good send off, thank you very, very
much. I knew, flew with, and really liked Forest and Larry. They will
be missed.
I guess I need help. I've lost a lot of friends in aviation over the
past few years and I really am at a loss as to how to really deal with
it. Some of it my be wondering if I'm next, and how I need to work to
minimize that chance. But I don't think that is it.
This group of yak pilots have really been special to me. I never
thought I'd get to fly a plane the way we do and love to fly. But it is
really the clinics, Oshkosh gatherings, and even the phone calls/emails
on Friday to see if the local group wants to get together. The
comraderie, the sharing, the trust to fly so close to each other. To
learn, to share, to laugh with each other. It is that bond that really
keeps me coming back.
But that closeness really hurts when we lose a friend. I'm not sure i
can call Flush a friend, I only knew him from flying with him. But I
know I feel the loss. I know he was doing what he really loved to do. I
just wish he kept going up out of sight in the end. I'd rather that
picture in my mind that the one on the web.
They will be missed.
Words just don't really have enough meaning...
sorry
DaBear
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