Today is August 7th. It's been 32 years since the accident that took my father and my mother's youngest brother. Daddy was 41 and Uncle John had just turned 26.
My uncle had a young wife and a 18 month old daughter. My aunt took the men to the airport and watched the small plane take off. She looked down at her daughter to pick her up and when she looked back the plane had already crashed. They were gone that quickly. She doesn't remember any of that.
I've told you about my father in other posts. He was an incredible father, and pretty great all around guy.
We miss them both every day. But today - even after 32 years, we mourn.
Posted by Tammi at August 7, 2004 06:55 AM{hug}
Posted by: Harvey at August 7, 2004 12:12 PMI don't know what to say. I am just so sorry. Just know I'll be thinking positive thoughts your way today. -D.
Posted by: Boudicca at August 7, 2004 01:21 PMHUG! Thanks for sharing him with us, and know that good thoughts come your way.
Posted by: Laughing Wolf at August 8, 2004 10:22 AM