I spent this week with my brothers working on my Dad’s boat, keeping our minds and hands busy.
In mid February my dad was diagnosed with stage four-pancreatic cancer. Last Saturday he went into the hospital and came home on Monday night to be with his family for his last days. He put up a
good fight and passed away Friday morning. My father was the definition of a good man.
Pilots Prayer
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. Hovering 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 untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr
