( At the Virginia Military Institute)
(In the cockpit)
(About an hour before the crash, giving the OK for takeoff)
(At rest in Arlington National Cemetary)
11.19.2010
Flashback Friday
Today, Flashback Friday happens to fall on the 19 year anniversary of the day my father died in a plane crash. He was a fighter pilot and I was 13 years old. It was a Tuesday, in the desert, in Arizona and it changed our lives forever.
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My heart aches for you. Great pictures, though.
ReplyDeleteI'll never forget visiting your father's grave at Arlington our senior year. He would be so proud of you. My thoughts are with you and your family today.
ReplyDelete-Erin
I want to leave a comment but I don't know what to say.
ReplyDeleteThis post gave me chills.
I remember you writing about this before, and it gave me chills then too.
I'm like the awkward friend that stands next to you, that doesn't know you very well, but wants to give you a hug, but instead kinda reaches over and pats you on the back, not sure if even thats ok, so removes the hand quickly and then looks away, and 30 seconds later totally changes the subject and tries to make you laugh.
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I am so sorry for your loss. As your post so poignantly illustrates, some losses are truly forever.
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