Whenever I hear a small plane fly over, I think of my dad.

[Bertha Venation]

He died when his ultralight crashed on January 10 this year. It still seems unreal, but the grief is waning.

Anyway. Not for sympathy, just today's non seqitur.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. Oh, my dear Bertha...

:hug:

[Bertha Venation]

3. Hi, Peggy

:hug:

[Heidi]

2. Your dad loved flying, didn't he?

One of my first publishers was a WWII veteran, a flight instructor and a private pilot who took me for many flights above the Platte River Valley in Nebraska. Whenever I hear a small plane fly over, I think of him and how much he loved initiating others to that spectacular view.

No sympathy, but I do understand a little. :hug: :hug:

:loveya:

[Bertha Venation]

4. Yes, he surely did.

He finally got his dream, an ultralight, and he built it himself. I've never known him happier. He only got to fly it for about a year and a half, but I daresay he was never happier than when in the air. As I've said before, he died doing what he loved.

:loveya: