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My father died in June.
One of the last things he did, was see me FLY. . .literally.
I was in a helicopter, and he was applauding as I picked up to a hover.
Crystal blue sky,
slight chill in the air,
and smiling 'til my face hurt.
For me, a perfect day.
My dad was my hero, watching me as I flew around in circles over his head. Don't heroes usually do this the other way around?
He said, "I'm proud of you and your sisters, and I love your mom. What more could I ask for?"
For him, a life with no regrets.
This is the kind of happiness I hope to find and that I wish for those I care about most.
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