Thursday, April 1, 2010

My Wingman

Christina's Plane

I can feel Mell urging me on to healing...really...I am grateful for what he gave to me, for what we had together. For loving him and his love for me. For the places we visited together and the things we did there. He changed my life and I am beginning to hear his voice again and remember things he said. I know he would not want me stuck in grief and never live this life here on earth again.
I am thinking of flying again...I talked to Christina who flew with us in Alaska in her Super Cub. She said if I go to New Jersey she will take me up. Mell opened a whole new world to me through flying and I don’t think I can give it up and I don’t think he would want me to. But the flying I learned to love was the Husky and Alaska...the small tandem seat... the closeness we had in that airplane was something to behold. I miss it. I miss my wingman.
Fly as high as you can my wingman and it won’t be long till I see you again.

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