Time Heals

...but at a snails pace. He would be 74 today, but 13 years and 2 days ago I held his hand and had to say goodbye. This is Dad and as a pilot he showed us the world and on the homefront made sure we had memories of camping, life lessons, and the ever remembered "this meal I cooked would cost you $39 in Frankfurt." I see his eyes in Seth's and every once in awhile Seth picks up an airplane to fly around the room. That's how I know Dad is not too far away.

High Flight

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of Sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and

swung High in the sunlit silence

Hov'ring There

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air

Up,up the long, delirious burning blue

I've topped the windswept heights with

easy grace

Where never lark,

or even eagle flew

And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod

the high untresspassed sancity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God

--- John Gillespie Magee Jr.