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To: Carolyn who wrote (120651)	9/16/2006 3:30:42 PM
From: Honor First	Respond to of 225578

Yes!

To: Carolyn who wrote (120651)	9/16/2006 4:52:33 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 225578

I believe he is. Dad always put his family above his own dreams, but he had them. When he was a Marine in Pearl Harbor he learned to fly and soloed, but did not get his license because he was ordered to Butte to recruit more Marines. That was about 1940. Finally, about 1990 my mother bought him flying lessons. He worked on it diligently and had a flying friend with a plane that he flew with every week. He was on the last step of obtaining his license, which was a 300 mile cross country flight which could be done in three legs. He had done the second leg and wrote me about it. DAD’S LAST LETTER Hi Dave, We had a grand week-end in Missoula. [We saw] Opera singers at Wilma, visit with Kim and Jim, Lions Meeting—plus a dual flight to Hamilton. I now have flown dual Eureka—Hamilton. Even drifted over the timber cleared border to Canada. Thrilled to hear you may visit! Dad The weekend after I got that letter he went dancing with Mom. Tuesday morning, he got up, made the coffee, returned to the bedroom -- and died on his feet. The coroner said a gash on his head from hitting the dresser would have bled if he had died after falling to the floor. We flew down from Alaska and joined the rest of the family. I managed to read the following poem as we placed his ashes on a bed of pine needles in the place that he loved best. FOR DAD It stood for half of a century Away on that long-dusty shelf You had many dreams but You only kept one for your self. Now, Dad, the waiting is over It’s time for your dream in the sky The rest of us here will be lonely Because God wants a pilot to fly. 22 September 1995