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My mom loved flying more than anything.
I don't know if it was the challenge of flying. Or the speed. Or the sheer freedom on floating through the clouds that appealed to Mom the most.
But I know she loved it. |
And to fly with her and watch her in her element was pure joy.
I loved to watch her work the radio with ease, speaking to the control tower in a code language that I could barely understand.
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Flying suited Mom in every way. She used it not only as a hobby but as a way to get around.
And it brought our families closer, because she made the distance shorter in her plane. |
I'm thinking of my mom today on the first aniversary of her death. And I take heart in the fact that she died doing what she loved.
I miss sitting by her side in the cockpit as she flew. I miss taking pictures of her and her plane.
And I miss her ever-outstreached arms to greet me. |
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But mainly I feel grateful. Grateful to have had such a competent, fearless, loving mother.
She showed by her example that it's possible to soar above the clouds. That it's possible to fly.
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Please hold a thought for her today, and for my step-brother, Michael, and his wife, Theresa, who died with her last year.
You can visit my mom's website, view photos, and read of her inspiring life at www.love-infinity.com
Have a great day,
Todd
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