Toby Johnson

W h a i i y o p l a t d w i t y o u o n w i l a n p r e c i o u l i f e ?

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.

– Toby Johnson