“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
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.
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